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LiLChomPy
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Country: United States State: District of Columbia Metro: Washington D.C. Birthday: 7/27/1982 Gender: Female
Interests: mouth-watering food. exotic travel. page-turning books. make-your-body-move music. uninhibited dance. tear-inducing laughter.
and people who love all of the above. Expertise: being nice... and being naughty. Occupation: Computer related Industry: Government
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Member Since:
6/16/2002
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| I had that sickening realization this past weekend... the one where I completely freak out because I realize I have no idea what I want to do with my life. Am I wasting time and money on a 3 year MBA program? How long should I settle for a meaningless job just for the above average pay? What do I REALLY want to do with the degree? What skills am I learning from my job that will be useful in what I eventually do with my life? I am increasingly concerned that the answer to both of the last two questions is "nothing".
It scared me so much that my whole body shook with the force of that emotion, that fear of mediocrity. I don't want to be nothing, do nothing. I want to touch lives. I want to see the impact of my work on a real person. I want to be creative and generate something beautiful. I want to do everything that I am not doing now.
But as much as I fear stagnancy, I may fear change more. I like my salary, my material comforts. I like knowing what is expected of me and knowing that without a question I will perform above and beyond what is required (although that habit is setting the bar high for myself, as my higher rate of performance has become the expectation). I'm unsure how much stability I am willing to sacrifice for the chance, just the chance and not the guarantee, that I will find a job that I truly enjoy.
What do I do? I have no idea. Right now, it's hard enough to just breath. | | |
| Lately, the two fur-devils have taken to attacking my mail when I'm not home. The envelopes drop through the slot in my door, after which the cats drag them down the stairs into the living room and rip them to shreds. Most of them are still readable as they tend to only rip one corner or edge (it's almost like having a kitty letter opener) but others are in pieces. Today, they stepped up their game and decided to hide a few in their playpen, a blue nylon thing I bought at Target recently. I went to drop a highlighter cap into the playpen so Nemo could pounce and dance around it maniacally, and I saw two letters sitting on the bottom.
I don't even know what to say. | | |
| T-7 days until the first day of classes. I haven't felt this apprehensive about school since high school. Maybe it's because it's been 3 years since I've graduated. Maybe it's because one of my first classes in the program is Introduction to Financial Accounting, something I am completely dreading. Maybe it's because I have a bad case of classroom narcolepsy. Maybe it's because I know the combination of work and school is going to whoop my butt.
But at the same time, I'm pretty excited to use all my new school supplies (including a grey and purple backpack and a baby pink day planner - very professional), excited to meet new people, and excited to participate in something that will challenge me and make me use my brain that has been rotting away with my usual stimulants of Food Network and chick lit.
Tomorrow I'll do a dry run of the first day of class, leaving work around 5:30pm to drive into the city, find parking, and get through security at the Ronald Reagan Building before 6:25pm. That place is a maze and I got hideously lost during an information session so I want to map out the area before classes officially start. I can say one thing for sure - it's going to be an adventure!
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| Daisy is a beautiful six year old pug rescued from the Prince George's County Animal Shelter by the Noah's Ark Foundation. Her owners were apparently old and too sick to take care of her, but now she has new parents - me and Tom! Technically she is Tom's dog but I loved her before I even knew her ( Madagascar reference). Her name was Diamond but we thought that was a bit too porn star, so Daisy it is!
Unfortunately, Daisy is sick. She came to us with what seemed like a urinary tract infection - blood in the urine, constant need to go despite only being able to get out a few drops... poor baby. But a vet visit revealed that she actually has bladder stones, and a lot of them! She is going to require surgery to remove the stones, which would have cost quite a bit except Noah's Ark has agreed to pay for it since she had it before we adopted her.  She's the friendliest, sweetest dog. Even though she must be in a lot of pain, she never whines and tries her best not to pee inside. She loves people and her stubby little tail starts wagging like crazy when people pay attention to her - which is often since she's so cute! Even the cats are quickly getting used to her presence - she never chases them, practically ignores them, and they're getting a little more curious all the time, even getting close enough to touch noses! Wouldn't it be so great if they became friends and cuddled together?? For more pictures, go here! | | |
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