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You win the bad influence award if you can name the song. I love the line.
Today was long and hard, as they all seem to be. It isn't quite the same rock in the stomach feeling as some of my other jobs, partially because each call is it's own end. But I would rather be a student. Which is good, because I got a the acceptance from KU geology (like UA, forwarded the the graduate acceptance, should hear from the university soon). They are the first to actually mention funding, well they say I will hear about funding after I hear from the university.
Oh, and job issues. I am starting to accept my tendency to dream about my jobs. Not just dream, but I forget where I am. Years ago I sleptwalked out of my dorm because I had to clean test tubes. And the next day wandered around my room looking for my florimeter. I used to have nightmares that I was on the bridge when I was really in my bunkroom. Then Tom learned about it first hand. While working at Kwik Shop, I tried to sell him cigarettes most nights. Last night he decided to play with me, by giving me nonsensical anwsers when I asked him if he needed to renew his green card. It woke me up. I really need leave my work life in at the office. Or accept that my boyfriend finds it highly amusing (all the rest of you who know about my other nighttime outbursts, stay quiet).
Today was long and hard, as they all seem to be. It isn't quite the same rock in the stomach feeling as some of my other jobs, partially because each call is it's own end. But I would rather be a student. Which is good, because I got a the acceptance from KU geology (like UA, forwarded the the graduate acceptance, should hear from the university soon). They are the first to actually mention funding, well they say I will hear about funding after I hear from the university.
Oh, and job issues. I am starting to accept my tendency to dream about my jobs. Not just dream, but I forget where I am. Years ago I sleptwalked out of my dorm because I had to clean test tubes. And the next day wandered around my room looking for my florimeter. I used to have nightmares that I was on the bridge when I was really in my bunkroom. Then Tom learned about it first hand. While working at Kwik Shop, I tried to sell him cigarettes most nights. Last night he decided to play with me, by giving me nonsensical anwsers when I asked him if he needed to renew his green card. It woke me up. I really need leave my work life in at the office. Or accept that my boyfriend finds it highly amusing (all the rest of you who know about my other nighttime outbursts, stay quiet).
