So this entire weekend was a shitshow filled with good food, good friends, and good times. So in summary, it's 5 days before finals and I'm fucked. Happy Easter!
Haha, the AL East is basically entirely back to normal now, at least standings-wise. Let's go Miami. Fuck Boston. Get em Dwight and Josh. Beers.
Done my undergrad. There is nothing in the immediate future other than roasted lamb and whisky. Have some porn: NSFW
Hm... I get to start making real money and have disposable income, take vacations when I want, no homework, no exams, no professorial stupidity to deal with? Man that sounds awful. I had almost none of the typical undergrad experience. I guess you could say my program was demanding, but it really just sucked, ran by people who define overeducated and cared more about themselves than bothering to recognize the fact that they were in a position of leadership and had a responsibility to live up to that position. I regret some of this - it feels a bit like some of my youth has been wasted, and any real learning or growth I did occurred well outside of school - but Im rather excited to not live in a world where everything is decided by people who think that the more letters after your name, the better.
Disposable income? I'll show you disposable income. I'm drunk by bitches, how do you like them disposable incomes?
Err...finishing undergrad is not a huge upgrade... Most of which will be soaked up by taxes, saving for a crackerbox house and retirement. For exactly 10 days per year - no 3-month summer break, no 3-week Christmas break, no week-long Spring break. And God Forbid you have some personal business like taking care of an ill family member - that's a vacation day! With a job that's anything more than minimal-responsibility, you're likely to have as much "homework" as you ever did in school. I do. Well, this is true. Instead of stupid professors you get stupid managers, only instead of one manager you get a whole chain of them, each of whom has different expectations. Six of one, half-dozen of the other.
There are definitely some things about life post-college that are better, but the worldview you're expressing in this thread is more than a little naive. Congrats on finishing undergrad, nevertheless. Good luck finding a job.
GUYS GUYS WE GOT ONE.... Oh, I see you've already taken liberty to crushing his soul.But yeah, just to pile on, no one was joking when they said being a kid was better than being an adult, seriously, they weren't
It's fun watching a fat nerd try to convince fresh grads that their lives will suck as bad as his does. See? I can be a condescending douchebag too.
Ahhh to be young again. Unless you're self-employed, vacations when you want and superior stupidity are not going anywhere. Neither is homework. I'll see your no exams and raise you office politics. I give you about 6 months before you eat your words, but make no mistake, you will.
Graduating college doesn't make you an adult. Maybe he wants to stay in a shitty little apartment, drink three nights a week, and generally just keep living the college lifestyle with more money. Responsibility isn't for everyone.
SO I am going to bury this in the middle of the Weekend Drunk Thread because I feel like I am office gossiping, but I would never do that but want to get it off my chest and what better place then here, where nobody knows what in the fuck I am talking about. So I think I walked in on something that I wasn't supposed to on Friday. We have three different offices and each provider has a schedule of working between all three of them. So I worked on some stuff a little late at the office that I am typically at on Friday afternoons. I had a CD with a CT Scan on it that I had discussed over the phone with one doctor and he said to have one of the doctors review it. On my way home I decided that I would just drop it by another of the offices so they could take a look at it on Monday. It was probably around 6:30 or so Friday evening, so obviously I just assume that everybody has gone home already. I walk in the front door and as I am walking through the waiting room and into the back where the offices are I hear a "hello?", which kind of startled me, but I just yelled out "it's Mya, I am just dropping off something for Dr. so and so to look at". As I walk back I see the doctor who owns the practice and his nurse in somebody else's office. I probably wouldn't have thought to much about that, but she just immediately starts chattering in a kind of nervous way explaining that she was just talking to him about suchandsuch. Waaaaayyyyy too much explanation. So know I feel like I know somebody's dirty little secret and I hate that. The end.
Yes, but being correct is a whole different ballgame. Go back to sniffing your mother's underwear you weird little shit.
Oh man, if I discuss wanting to go back to school, we can get a perfect circle of soul crushing going on. Iowa pays $18,500 a year for GTAs in the program I want, plus full tuition. Student loans would be deferred while back in school, and I'd probably be able to pick up a couple extra bucks doing freelance work or something. But, I'd have to live in Iowa (anyone know which on that is?).