Christmas Wind Down
Thanks in large part to Tabby's help during a long visit, the tree is down and ornaments packed. All that's left to do is to get Martin to get the bins up into the attic.
Martin is a working fool, billing a tad over 100 hours for the past two weeks, which covered the holidays. Now he finds that sometime soon the boss is sending him to either/and Virginia/DC to train other staffers. Most likely, I'll be unable to attend him to enjoy the cultural and historical sites, thanks to school.
School begins next week. I'm already thinking, NOOO! Please just one more month off. I'll eventually cross the finish line, but it won't be done with a high spirited sprint, but a crawl. It's time to seriously consider what direction I'll take for grad school: conflict management or family therapy. They are each very similar in nature to one another, mainly a great deal of listening to people complain and help them come to their own solutions, but I'm leaning toward conflict management. The earning potential is closer to a lawyers salary, but the trend in the field is increasingly becoming more lawyer dominated. And I'm fairly certain I don't want to attend law school. There's still a few months remaining to decide.
Drove to visit a friend yesterday who I hadn't seen in almost 3.5 years. We've known each other since our early 20s, and even though the wide distance and respective family commitments preclude the close relationship we previously enjoyed, it's rather amazing we can always pick back up as if no time passed. We shared a nice dinner and a lengthy chat. I must commit to more frequent visits in the future.
Martin is a working fool, billing a tad over 100 hours for the past two weeks, which covered the holidays. Now he finds that sometime soon the boss is sending him to either/and Virginia/DC to train other staffers. Most likely, I'll be unable to attend him to enjoy the cultural and historical sites, thanks to school.
School begins next week. I'm already thinking, NOOO! Please just one more month off. I'll eventually cross the finish line, but it won't be done with a high spirited sprint, but a crawl. It's time to seriously consider what direction I'll take for grad school: conflict management or family therapy. They are each very similar in nature to one another, mainly a great deal of listening to people complain and help them come to their own solutions, but I'm leaning toward conflict management. The earning potential is closer to a lawyers salary, but the trend in the field is increasingly becoming more lawyer dominated. And I'm fairly certain I don't want to attend law school. There's still a few months remaining to decide.
Drove to visit a friend yesterday who I hadn't seen in almost 3.5 years. We've known each other since our early 20s, and even though the wide distance and respective family commitments preclude the close relationship we previously enjoyed, it's rather amazing we can always pick back up as if no time passed. We shared a nice dinner and a lengthy chat. I must commit to more frequent visits in the future.