Free university and living at home meant that I didn't need my parents to sub me much in college. I'd work all summer, pay my exorbitant registration fees out of that, then usually run out of savings by Christmas. I'd just spend no money after that and occasionally borrow the bus fare in off my parents.
My post-grad, on the other hand, I worked for a year before I started, saved a bunch of money, then got a loan for a bunch of money, and still ran out of money three months before I handed in my diss. My parents had to pay my rent for those three months, for which I am eternally grateful.
And I can honestly say that I've called my mom maybe five times since I've moved out. She calls my mobile at least six times a week, so I've never had to call her. And I'm way too polite to tell her that she needs to call less. Also, I don't think my mom even knew what I did in university, let alone who she'd call and talk to on my behalf.
Question for the Hivemind:
I'm getting my hair colored at a salon this morning (I don't usually do this; I'm excited, but nervous). Should I wash my hair before I go, or not?
Nope. They'll definitely wash it anyway, and your hair will be hella dry afterwards if it's been washed twice in one day. Also, good morning!
Morning, Jars!
That's how I was leaning, but I wanted to make sure that was best.
Also, it's been so fun seeing you around more!
Well that's what happens when people put me in a room with internet access and no supervision. Yay!
Also, we just got proper internet access at home yesterday, so now all I need to do is get my laptop fixed and I'm laughing.
How's school?
Good morning, vw! Good morning Jars!
Well that's what happens when people put me in a room with internet access and no supervision. Yay!
Yay! Well, we definitely enjoy seeing your pixels!
How's school?
School is good. Wicked busy, but so good this semester. I'm actually doing things that I really care about, which is nice.
Morning, Anne!
I am gathering documents for a departmental audit. Tuesday was a ten-hour day, yesterday was eleven. Yes, I know there are people here who regularly work longer hours, but long hours slogging through documentation while people are still bugging you for help with various and sundry projects (when did I become the external brain for fifteen people? when?) is a bit brain-pureeing.
There is not enough gronk in the world. But at least there is coffee.
