My sister had to get new brake pads on her car. They're going to cost her $400 - WHY? I mean what is it about brake pads that cause them to cost $400? All she wanted to do was get new tires put on her car (that she ordered off the internet and saved about $300 by doing so) - and somehow that turned into a $500 venture. People in Northern Virginia and Washington, D.C. will do anything to suck your money out of you anyway they can.
Example, paying for parking at places like Metro stations and George Mason University. First of all, I park in a shuttle lot in the middle of Guam and I still have to pay $3.75 everyday that I park in that god foresaken lot. But the people in the covered parking the garage also pay $3.75 a day. How is that fair?! Also, GMU, not like I'm not already paying you a ton of money just to get another degree, but you have to charge me $180 a year or $8 a day for parking? Why? Fairfax, VA is not the most happening of locations. And the number of parking spaces are extensive and I know that you're not hurting for the money like most of your poor students are. But metro parking boils my blood more than anything - so much that I can't write about it anymore or else I might. just. freak. out.
Anyway.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
The Framed Papers on the Walls.
A little bit about me.
I'm a 23 year old girl who lives with her parents. That's right, you did not read that incorrectly, I live with my parents. Why would I do such a thing? Well that's a great question. At this point I don't really know why. It started out as a temporary situation in which I had graduated from college, I was going to graduate school full-time and working part-time. That turned into interning for PR firm full-time and going to school part-time. And now, today, I am working for a consulting firm full-time and then some - and going to graduate school part-time. Crazy? Yes. Enjoyable? Not so much.
So why did I go to graduate school immediately following undergrad? Another great question. Yet again, I don't really know why. I guess that you can chalk it up to family academic pressure. My dad has his masters and PhD in economics (SICK); my mom has a masters in teaching biology & administration; my sister just finished her masters in communciation (which I am currently "pursuing"). So essentially, one of the main resons that I'm getting a masters in the first place is so that I'm not the categorical 'loser' of the family.
So I am working and getting a masters in communication - and yet I am so bored that I often find myself daydreaming about moving to a tropical island, changing my name to Ocean and making shell jewelry for tourists. What is the point of all this stress that I am most certainly creating for myself? I get up, go to work, shoot off some e-mails, push around some papers, then dehumanize myself some more by trying to get home on the metro. And for what? Minor duckets? Lines on the old res-u-me? ALL GOOD QUESTIONS. None of which I have answers for.
I'm a 23 year old girl who lives with her parents. That's right, you did not read that incorrectly, I live with my parents. Why would I do such a thing? Well that's a great question. At this point I don't really know why. It started out as a temporary situation in which I had graduated from college, I was going to graduate school full-time and working part-time. That turned into interning for PR firm full-time and going to school part-time. And now, today, I am working for a consulting firm full-time and then some - and going to graduate school part-time. Crazy? Yes. Enjoyable? Not so much.
So why did I go to graduate school immediately following undergrad? Another great question. Yet again, I don't really know why. I guess that you can chalk it up to family academic pressure. My dad has his masters and PhD in economics (SICK); my mom has a masters in teaching biology & administration; my sister just finished her masters in communciation (which I am currently "pursuing"). So essentially, one of the main resons that I'm getting a masters in the first place is so that I'm not the categorical 'loser' of the family.
So I am working and getting a masters in communication - and yet I am so bored that I often find myself daydreaming about moving to a tropical island, changing my name to Ocean and making shell jewelry for tourists. What is the point of all this stress that I am most certainly creating for myself? I get up, go to work, shoot off some e-mails, push around some papers, then dehumanize myself some more by trying to get home on the metro. And for what? Minor duckets? Lines on the old res-u-me? ALL GOOD QUESTIONS. None of which I have answers for.
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