Wow, it’s been a hot minute.
First and foremost I am supposed to graduate next week. I say supposed to because ya’ll know I firmly believe my advisor made a mistake. I still say I have 2 classes to take, he swears in multiple emails, voicemails and physical visits to his office that I took enough business electives that they are using those hours. So okay, Opie had better be right. Otherwise, it might look a lot like an ass whooping. And that wouldn’t sit so well with JoAnn; ya’ll know she’s still traumatized by her last visit to the pokey.
What else? I STILL love my house. Including making the house note. I get all excited about going home and staying there. Just ask anyone, if you don’t catch me before I hit 67/167, you had better make plans to meet me in Jacksonville, at Chili’s, since that’s the ONLY place a non military person can drink. And can I say, there are some lovely drunks in Jacksonville?
So of course this WOULDN’T be me if I didn’t point out how wonderfully exhausting school is, and I do appreciate each person who commends me on doing it while “working”. I am so glad to see the light at the end of the tunnel, even if it winds up leading me to another tunnel. Not that I’d be happy, but it’s a wonderful feeling.
All that being said, what I won’t miss is getting up at 4 or 5 am to go to work, go to school, go to work and then home. I won’t miss all the damned group work UALR believes in throwing at you. When is the last time you were in a group at work? Folks tend to act right when there is money on the line, they act a damned fool when it’s someone else’s grade. And Miss Hamilton taint having it. Yep taint. Not a typo. I am the only one that can slack off and only do the bare minimum to keep her gpa so I can get that expensive tassle on her mortarboard. That by the way I am not walking, so in essence I paid for a tassle to go around a danged diploma that had better be in the mail on January 19, 2007. That’s exactly 30 days (ya’ll know Sunday and MLK are holidays). I sure as shit counted. And yes I know I counted the other Sundays and Holidays, but this is my post. I can do what I want to get it to fall on my DAY. If I get that and my can opener, I will be too happy.
Things are changing at work, and while it goes against all my overthinking capabilities, I am focused on the daily, “I have a job to go to”. We got bought out by a corporation (oh the horror of being monitored) and I am still a little wishy washy on how I REALLY feel. Won’t be telling the whole truth, on here, in case Big Brother starts watching.
I think that’s it. What a boring life 🙂
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
In case I forget to work on my Christmas cards.
Spoiled Rotten 
