boredy boredy bored bored
the day after christmas SUCKS. i don't even know what to do with myself. the fam is going to go see the "Series of Unfortunate Events" movie in about an hour, so that will be nice. but then what? NOTHING.
I need to figure out when I work this week. blah. back to work. speaking of which, i found out from Robin that I did not get the job. Somehow she knows everything. Guess that's part of the whole stalking thing though. Whatever, I stalk her too. Anyways, I don't even care that I didn't get the job. I told mom and dad the news and mom said, "it's a sign from God". I knew she'd say that. At the same time, I prayed all last week that I wouldn't get the job. I think I realized during the interview that I didn't really want it because I started answering the questions half-assedly...i don't think that's a word. So looks like another year and a half of school for me, which I don't mind too much. I'll be taking make-up with Mary McClung. It'll be exciting and I'm sure there will be absurd amounts of work, but I like the idea of having another class with her before she leaves to go live with her husband.
On a completely different topic, my sister told me a funny story. She was at her office Christmas party/dinner thingy a couple weeks ago and had a conversation with the secretary. They were talking about UDand their conversation went something like this:
Rachel: "Yeah, at UD you have to write a lot of papers. You'd like it though because I know how much you like to write."
Secretary: "I didn't know you knew I like to wroot!"
Yes, the girl actually said the word wroot (pronounced 'root') and didn't blink an eye after she said it either. Her and I would get along just fine.
Realization of the day: my timing is impeccable.
I need to figure out when I work this week. blah. back to work. speaking of which, i found out from Robin that I did not get the job. Somehow she knows everything. Guess that's part of the whole stalking thing though. Whatever, I stalk her too. Anyways, I don't even care that I didn't get the job. I told mom and dad the news and mom said, "it's a sign from God". I knew she'd say that. At the same time, I prayed all last week that I wouldn't get the job. I think I realized during the interview that I didn't really want it because I started answering the questions half-assedly...i don't think that's a word. So looks like another year and a half of school for me, which I don't mind too much. I'll be taking make-up with Mary McClung. It'll be exciting and I'm sure there will be absurd amounts of work, but I like the idea of having another class with her before she leaves to go live with her husband.
On a completely different topic, my sister told me a funny story. She was at her office Christmas party/dinner thingy a couple weeks ago and had a conversation with the secretary. They were talking about UDand their conversation went something like this:
Rachel: "Yeah, at UD you have to write a lot of papers. You'd like it though because I know how much you like to write."
Secretary: "I didn't know you knew I like to wroot!"
Yes, the girl actually said the word wroot (pronounced 'root') and didn't blink an eye after she said it either. Her and I would get along just fine.
Realization of the day: my timing is impeccable.