But whose eye level. I am 5'2" I bet Sherlock Holmes is taller than I am!

Seriously, I have so much stuff hanging on the walls some of them are filled from tip to toe, though.

My landlord's sister was here today with her son to fix the lights that were out in the hallway, and asked if she could come in to wash out the glass fixtures. She was all, "you're SO CREATIVE! This place looks GREAT!"

I was pleased as punch, the place does look supercute.

My pictures are hung at my eye level, which means they're low on the walls.

I hear what everyone is saying about doing what's best for me, definitely. I think in addition to what people are saying about it being difficult to leave with a huge project on my plate, I'm also very attached to the participants in the symposium, and that makes it extry hard.

Jesse is right about it taking several weeks to find a job, I realize, so I better get my ass in gear.

Where gooogle image failed, reality sites have come through. High hung pictures (well, plaques in this case.)

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Also, as a side note, you can buy really cheap houses in rural Nova Scotia.

Allyson, a lot of places will negotiate start dates, and if you can work it out so that you can get a healthy job and not feel like you're leaving them in the lurch, great. If not, you can tell him your consulting rate and do your level best to get things in order before you leave, but if he's being unreasonable, and the working relationship isn't working, then you have to do what's best for you. It will be hard, but it's like ending any bad relationship where you like the other person's family.

That would ping me as "wrong," but not because I'm all full of class and such, but because of the proportions of empty wall:pictures.

Fancy high-class book larnin' with the "proportions" and the ":"!

I also had friends were kind of arty freaks, so it was definitely a strange time, but I think it taught me not to be too judgemental of people because of money, looks, and if they went to a crappy private school like Ridley.

Heh. Even my freshman year roommate, who went to a fancy private school, went there on a minority/first generation scholarship!

We did have one friend with a ton of siblings who didn't qualify for financial aid until three of them were in college, so she was definitely the "richest" of all of us, but even she wasn't overly rich.

it taking several weeks to find a job, I realize, so I better get my ass in gear.

Is it wrong of me to think that, maybe, the actual process of looking for a new place may change your boss' attitude a bit, making him realize how valuable you are to the place in general and the symposium specifically?

Not even in terms of changing your decision or affecting the end result, but it may make the remaining weeks in this current job more tolerable, what with - hopefully - being appreciated again.

Or am I too much of a Pollyanna?

In meMeME not-so-Pollyanna issues, I need to decide whether to go back home and get 3-4 hours of sleep (I have to be back here on 8am to make sure a teacher and a class have all they need), or just try to carry the whole night through. I'm so behind it's not even funny. Sigh.

Class is just such a weird, non-existent thing for me unless I have directed AT me.

I mean, my family was stupid wealthy in Cuba-- my mother says she remembers going into her grandmother's house in Havana with the marble floors throughout and the Goya on one wall of the foyer with a Picasso opposite it.

Yet, they lost everything except, you know, their lives-- and came over to the U.S. and started over. My mother, who'd been nun-educated and graduated high school at fifteen, went to night school at age twenty, got an American high school diploma, then went to a trade school where she learned how to become a production pattern maker. My entire childhood was filled with adults who'd been wealthy, successful professionals; doctors, lawyers, architects and when they came to this country, took any job they could, mopping floors or clerking or working in pharmacies or as fry cooks or whatever, while they learned the language and in many cases, went back to graduate school to get the degrees in this country that would allow them to resume their professional lives.

So yeah, for me, that class thing is far more tied into work ethic than anything else.

Thank you for the picture, Sue. I swear to DOG I have never seen picture hanging like that and I still can't figure out why "poor" people would be more likely to hang them that way-- that would be interesting enough to tease at in a New Youk Times article.

Also, barb-- your momn is a production pattern maker? That is a really hard/skilled job, to me, but sort of a neat one. It is one of those things that really should pay a lot but doesn't, I think.

Allyson, I'l just wish you end up with the best of transitioning, be it to a new job or a transition in boss's brain. And that whichever kind it is, it goes quickly and with as little trauma as possible.

College was the first time I really ever knew anyone who had gone to private school. Boarding school even! It seemed weird to me that one of my friends went to a boarding school that was close enough to home that she could have driven. But nope. Another also went there because her mom was the staff shrink, so she got to go for free. And lived in the dorms.

I mean, I knew theoretically plenty of people did, but from my part of the world, boarding school=NMMI, and often for punitive reasons. And private school? Well, there were Catholic ones, but most of the kids going there were there for religious reasons. The public schools were better.

Guilco was largely upper middle class, I'd guess, though some portion were not. A fair number of trust-funders. Many of the nots were definitely from the alt-world of Quakerism. Communes, a lot of the groups activist quakerism does outreach to and whatnot. I have to say, except when someone told you that they grew up nudist in the hills of Tennessee or in swiss boarding schools (seriously, I half thought that was a fictional construct!), it didn't seem like there were a lot of class issues, HOWEVER, if you went to weirdass Guilco, you probably already had a certain bent. Basically, whatever brought you there was a bigger bond than economic background was divisive.

Though I still was somewhat bemused by the girl whose dad bought her a HOUSE in town when she started her freshman year. Which she only lived in on weekends, because there was an on campus requirement. And she only saw him every couple of years.