I passed my test!!!

I know I haven’t logged on in a while, and I have been talked to about that…. So I am just making a quick note to say that I did pass my test, in spite of my co-workers best efforts to distract me with having to actually do my job… I got a B+. I’ll take it!!!

I do have another test next week, but I think that this one will be somewhat easier since it only has to do with Perfect Competition, Perfect Monopolies, Oligopolies, and some other type of competition that I can’t think of right off hand but and too tired to give a rat’s butt about right now (Oh, Monopolistic Competition). Not nearly as much graphing, and simple math!!! I hate math!!!
So wish me luck for next week. I’ll write more this weekend while I am trying to put off the homework, studying, laundry, and house cleaning that I have to do

Sigh of relief! (or frustration, I'm not sure which)

So, on my lunch break at work today I was TRYING to study for my microeconomics test. Yes, I am 34 and still going to college!!! What can I say, I am now working on year 15 of my 5 year plan. I’m a glutton for punishment and like to take the scenic rout. Besides, who needs to work in a satisfying, well payed, good job? They’re over rated!!!

ANYWAY… Like I was saying, I was trying to study, and would have succeeded too if not for my meddling co-workers asking me silly questions about insurance policies even though my “out to lunch” sign was clearly displayed on my computer!!! I was trying to figure out isocosts , isoquants, indifference curves, elasticity demand, and so many other “useful” things that my poor head was about to bust (and for those of you who don’t know what those are, look them up, I can’t help you because I don’t know either!!!!). And when asked by my coworkers why I was so crabby I said it was because I have (had) a test tonight and I don’t understand any of the things that will be on it. Of course none of them offered to help (probably a good thing considering the group of people I am surrounded by --- I love you guys but you are no help with economics, sorry)? NO!!! I did get a few chuckles when I asked if any of them knew anything about it though. (Thanks for that by the way!!!)

So now I am breathing a sigh of relief. The test is over. I don’t know if I passed or failed. I don’t care. It’s over. I can put it out of my mind (until next Wednesday when I have to go back to class). But what brought this whole thing up was the fact that after lunch I was walking around work singing (yes, SINGING) “I hate school. I hate school. I really do. I hate school.”

But why all of this whining about school? Well, other than the fact that I’m not particularly interested in the field that I am studying (but let’s face it, when your job is paying for your school, you kind of have to take the classes that they will pay for, especially when your classes are over $2000/quarter. Tech schools can seriously suck ass sometimes). But I think that the big thing is that I have lost my ambition. I use to love school and learning.

About 2 1/2 years ago I was working in retail (the job sucked, but it was very flexible and allowed me to go to school when I needed/wanted to---in contrast to my now very ridged job that limits my education possibilities to night time and tech school) and going to school full time double majoring in History and English while contemplating a minor in either criminal justice (one of my true passions) or religious studies. Did I not just say that I am a glutton for punishment? But I got fired (by a guy who couldn’t tell you what color the eyes of any of the female employees are) for bitching about being demoted and told (by said ass wipe of a manager) that I was LITERALLY too “stupid” to continue doing the customer service job that I had been doing for the past 4 years. Yes, boys and girls, “stupid” was his word, not mine (hence the quotation marks). So now I am stuck taking classes that relate to a BA in business of all things. Like the one thing that this country needs is another business major!!!

But it’s not just that I have lost my ambition for school, I’ve lost it for just about everything else too. I have no motivation for anything anymore. I use to get excited about doing volunteer work, now I just don’t care about the poor, homeless, sick, environment, whatever… Let them take care of themselves. And I use to get up EVERY MORNING (Monday – Friday anyway) at 6:30 (6:45 if I wanted to sleep in) and go to the gym (unless I was sick or had an appointment or something) and I just don’t bother that much anymore. And I’m not talking 2 years ago, I’m talking just a few months ago (OK, before my vacation in May of last year).

So what do I have to do to get my mojo back? Hell if I know, but I’m open to suggestions. I suppose the entire pizza (it was a frozen one, so it’s not like I had it delivered or anything, and it was super thin crispy curst so there was even less of it --- as I rationalize my eating habits to the masses) that I ate for dinner won’t help, but hey, I did have a salad (with a ton of dressing on it). And I didn’t even make it into the gym today. I have my stuff all set out to go tomorrow, but we’ll just have to wait and see how that turns out…

Well, I suppose I should stop my bitching and go to bed or something. Before I do let me give a shout out to my friend B (or Bitchit as I started calling her after our trip to Vegas for her wedding). It’s her birthday. She is another year older today. Sorry I didn’t send you a card. I have one sitting here for you. I just haven’t gotten off of my rear to write anything in it and send it out to you. You’ll get it before Christmas. I promise.

OK, that’s enough bitching for now. More will come later!!!

New Haircut

This one is meant for all the ladies out there.

Have you ever gone out and spent way to much money on a haircut that you just weren’t all that sure about, but everyone in the salon (including the friend you took with you to get the haircut in the first place) spends a good 15 minutes reassuring you that it is a really cut haircut and then you go to work the next day and NO ONE NOTICES the 8 inches that you cut off???? I mean, OK, it’s not like my hair was all that long to begin with, but the fact that it is now ABOVE my collar should be a clue that something has changed!!!

Now, I don’t expect the guy next to me with the 1982 MULLET to notice the haircut. Hell, if he hasn’t noticed yet what century he is in (much less what decade) then I don’t expect him to notice the haircut. Besides, I can barely stand sitting next to him anyway so having him talk to me about ANYTHING (even if it is as important as my super short hair) is a blessing in disguise. But you’d have thought that someone would have noticed. At lunch I ran into another friend, and she noticed but then, she knew that I was going to get my hair cut so of course she would notice, especially since my last words on the way out the door Friday night were “I’m just going to get a trim.” This is one hell of a trim!!!

My brother noticed, about 2 hours after I got home. But to be fair, I was lying on the couch most of the night when I got home, so it was hard to tell until I stood up.

You know that friend I mentioned that is getting married in July; she’s probably going to freak. I get the feeling that she’ll tell me how great it is and then when I’m not around bitch to all of the other brides maids that now I won’t be able to wear my hair up or some such thing and how that is going to ruin her wedding. Oh well. It’s my hair. And it hasn’t been this short since like elementary school….

It’s a good thing that I’m not dating my last boyfriend now, because my hair is now shorter than his. And he already basically called me unfeminine when he said that I don’t “fulfill his visual needs” because I prefer to wear pants over jeans (Hey, I live in Colorado, and it is friking COLD here in the winter. Let him run around in a skirt if he thinks that it’s so fun!!!) and that I like white cotton panties over lingerie. You know, if he’d have looked through my underwear drawer instead of jumping to conclusions he’d have noticed that there were only 3 pair of white cotton panties in there. Oh well, his loss. After all, this is the same guy who lied about getting a job out of state to avoid me after I had the audacity to try and HELP him with a family problem and then thought I was so stupid as to not know what the FAA is. Oh yeah, he’s a real gem. I pity the woman who ends up with him. Someone should tell him that Donna Reed is fictional and in this day and age he’s not going to find a woman his age who is willing to give up being herself to be his trophy. He’s going to have to look for that 20something who doesn’t know that she doesn’t need a man to make her life complete because she hasn’t learned how to form her own opinions about anything. That or a woman with the self esteem of a door mat…..

But I digress…. I was complaining about a haircut. I’m just not use to it. I walked by the mirror in the bathroom today and had to do a double take because I forgot that it was so short. On the upside, I don’t need to use as much shampoo, conditioner, or hair dye. Yes, I cover my gray hair. But I’ve had gray hair since I was 15 so it’s not like it’s that big of a deal for me. The question you should be asking yourselves is do I die my hair my natural color (or as close to it as I can find anyway) or something totally different? I’ll never tell….