from my part of the world, boarding school=NMMI

NMMI?

Duh. I forget to translate: New Mexico Military Institute. Pronounced Nimmee. At least in my neck of the woods. High school military boarding school.

I keep forgetting that I have a lot of work experience now and that I'm not fresh out of college.

Seriously. I do that as well. You can pass the interview bone my way, right?

My brother and I grew up in academics and have remained in it. We know what to expect.

I had this problem in reverse. Almost everyone in my family is in academics, in one form or another. Explaining to may parents that I couldn't get more than a day before or after Christmas off my first year working was an exercise in, "No, really. Most jobs are like that." The idea that people didn't get one or two weeks off around Christmas was a whole new concept to them.

Timelies all!

Am back from the con, and am tired. (No surprise there)

Oh, I was looking for an acronym along the lines of Not My... and then got stuck.

Having grown up at a boarding school, I often forget what people's idea of them is.

Lots of interesting class issues in this discussion. Like several others, I was the first in my family to go to college. Certainly the first to publish a book or do anything in the arts. My grandfathers were a farmer and a mechanic, respectively. My dad was career military, highest rank a Master Sergeant and then he worked for the post-office (going from carrier to management).

I went to a very preppy private liberal arts college. It wasn't weird at spring break with everybody heading off to Aruba or things like that - actually my friends all drove down to Florida and stayed with my parents. They put up eleven college students - kind of nuts but it was fun.

Still, I didn't know from docksiders when I went there.

We're back from Fremont. We won our first game of the Divisional tournament (basically the state championship, or rather Norther Califonria championship, since the state is so populous it gets divided into two).

Emmett walked three times and crushed a ground rule double, scored three runs, played great catcher including blocking off a baserunner on a play at the plate.

If we win two more games we're the champs.

The game was only two miles from beth's house, so she came to watch.

the women in charge of our registration, who reworked the budget with me, and assured me that the problems that I'm having are normal, and she'll help me with some things that have been worrying me.

So, wait - it's actually normal that you're having these problems, you're actually solving them, people are working with you, things are getting done, and he's still not pleased?

Um, is it mean to think that he suffers from a sort of the-work-should-be-done-perfectly-overnight-by-midgets-and-fairies syndrome?

Also, remember how I said I found a work-around solution for my computer problem, working from another computer? Well, that other computer stopped working with me, too. The same thing it ran perfectly in the morning, it claims it can't right now. The exact same thing. I'm poisoning computers or something, I don't know anymore. And I don't know what to do.

Even though I am still in academia, I'm a contract from a corporation. Total culture shock whenever I deal with them.

Having grown up at a boarding school, I often forget what people's idea of them is.

I'd never actually been to a boarding school until I spent Thanksgiving with the friend whose mom was the shrink. It was a lovely place, a girls' boarding school in Chattanooga, and lord knows S and A adored it. But I still couldn't imagine having lived away before college. Though lord knows I was ready by then!

Allyson, really sounds dysfunctional and I hope you get better soon.

eta: and Nilly again came in with the goods! Sorry about your evil computers, though.

Um, is it mean to think that he suffers from a sort of the-work-should-be-done-perfectly-overnight-by-midgets-and-fairies syndrome?

That sounds about right.

Ugh, Nilly. I wish I had anything more than good wishes for you!