My mom is truly convinced the money I make with my postdoc next year will go toward her new Jaguar. I feel bad for how mistaken she is.
All I did was ask a question about certification and she was all like, "I don't think this issue warrants further attention." ?!?!???? Uh, yeah it does if I'm confused. But, I guess it just means it's important to me, but helping me develop professionally isn't all that important to her. Good to know. I know to leave her alone now. But, really, I'm not even sure if I should even interpret what she said that way. I hate people who make you have to guess at what the hell they're talking about. It's tiring, bitches! Why do I continue to bother?! I'm actually going to wait a few days before I respond to her. I'll be proud of myself if I can make it that long. It'll be a good lesson in discipline. Wow. I'm starting to feel like I'll NEVER find a mentor. I've been looking for one since 1999. I must suck or something. People don't want to see me do well. I don't know. Again, I probably need to pay more attention to the people I paid the least attention to. They probably really like me. Off to find someone else with this certification!
Wow! The Bitchtasticnes
Okay, so I didn't really ditch work. I've been planning this weekend for some time and actually asked for the day off. The Mall was the bomb! No Camp Snoopy anymore, though. That's crap! But, I still had a fantastic time! I hope to get away again real soon!
Did anyone else's grandmother ask them to go get her teeth for her this morning or was it just mine?
I don't know whether to keep holding on or to let go. But, other than that, I'm chillin'. Still waiting on the residency interview. It's on the 20th. Wish me luck! Oh. And me and some friends are ditching work tomorrow to go to the Mall of America. I really wish Nanna could go. I think it would be nice for her to just kind of get away from things for a while. Oh well. I'll let you know how it goes . . . and whether I get fired for not reporting to work tomorrow.
I just got a residency interview offer at my top choice! Woohoo! I'm moving on up like the Jeffersons! (singing) Beans don't burn in the kitcheeeeen! Grits don't burn on the griiiiilluh! Took a whoooole lotta tr-y-in' a-justa get up that hiiiiiiill! (piano chord progression) You finish the rest.