It's a down right shame that I haven't seen one single, solitary show that were nominated for Tony's early today. I can't even remember the last year that happened. I'm sure it was some time back in college - and that's talking over a decade ago. There is really no excuse for this since I wasted spent nearly half of my time last year in New York City, home of the Great White Way.
This oversight will never happen again.
Music for sampling purposes only. Go buy it.
(via Jezebel)
I was supposed to be off to do some business on a law school campus today. Taking care of my new big kid business, it was planned.
Instead I spent hours in the hospital emergency room very early this morning with acute back pain. Good times.
It's no secret that my birthday is coming up. Thusly, people have been asking me what I might want - as if one material item could possibly represent my thirty three years on this planet in a tidy little nutshell.
On the other hand, we all know that gifts are fun. And you loyal readers all know I'd happily accept these, or these (ok, not really these), or these. Or, I guess, your undying love would suffice - I guess. But, if I was going to be utterly, balls out truthful... there is only one thing I really, truly want.
But the one person I would need to ask to give me that gift... well... let's just say... I just can't ask for that gift. And if I could, I wouldn't get it any way.
The New Girl was seventeen and engaged when she started working with us. She is newly eighteen. After much sleuthing on my part (that is always my job), I find that she's not engaged so young because of some crazy Christian "have to be married to do it" mentality (apparently they're already doing it like bunnies) but because "he's going to be 23 soon and I don't want my kids to have old parents." It was then that I decided that she must die a fiery death.
The New Girl also has a habit of what my awesome coworker S likes to call "B&E-ing" conversations. She will just walk up and try to insert herself in to whatever conversation you're having. And it's annoying.
Last week I was talking to said coworker S about someone I had known for a long time.
Me: ...for like fifteen years.
Her: What about fifteen years?
Me: I'm talking about someone I've known for fifteen years.
Her: That's almost as long as I've been a live!
Me: Good for you. (back to S) So that was the year I was entering college...
Her: Oh, don't say it that way! Then it makes you sound really old.
Me: This from the girl who thinks her almost 23 year old fiance is just so old?
Her: He is!
S: This is when you walk away from her before she fucking cuts you where you stand.
He was very right.
The best thing about having an ill-fated unrequited unrealized love friend like Grimace? After eight years of friendship, I can still talk to him for almost three hours on the phone and we never run out of things to say. I was only reigned in by my body telling me it's well past two in the morning, thus time to go to sleep.
That's a good friend.
And I admit it.
One of the highlights of my Wednesdays at work is going in a little early to hang out with my work husband. Today was no exception... except his boss sent him home early. Before I got there. Said boss even said when I came in, "Hey, Kathleen. So... sorry, but I sent your work husband home early."
I had no choice but to, you know, start working early instead.
Who does that?
Sure, I deposited at a school and am all set, in my mind, that it was the right decision. Finally!
There are still approximately two (okay maybe three) schools still pending on this list from whom an acceptance would totally change my mind. I knew this before I deposited and made peace with potentially losing this nonrefundable money, but had to do what it took to secure my spot at my best option to date.
Also, I knew the school I chose had a mandatory 1L orientation. I did not know it would end up realistically costing me about $1,000 out of pocket to attend - which I discovered yesterday. Would've been nice to know how much that was going to likely cost me ahead of time. I'm hoping I can roll it in to my cost of attendance and that aid/loans can be used to help pay for it. The lengthly and expensive application and testing process has already dwindled some of my meager savings and this 1K will kind of hurt. Don't schools know that you don't have money until after they drop the JD on you and help you get hired?
To rub salt in my wound, a school I withdrew from almost a month ago, who has kept hounding me since, offered me a free ride yesterday. I don't realistically think I could bring myself to go there after they thoroughly bungled my application process (trust me - they really fucked mine up), but a free ride is a pretty sweet incentive to woo some students who will make your US World and News Reports numbers look good.
Isn't all this angst supposed to stop after you make this decision?
