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Last week, my uncle lost his job as an auto mechanic at a dealership. Apparently, they all went out to lunch one day and when they came back the FBI was there. The secretary went to find out what was happening, and after a bit, she calls everyone into her office to tell them that none of them have jobs anymore. Their boss had been using his cocaine business to support his car dealership and their last year or so of paychecks were almost entirely from cocaine money.
I thought going home early to take the Physics GRE offered in my hometown might be more convenient. HA! I didn't realize it, but there seems to be a kind of college etiquette surrounding people with tests which does not exist at home.
1) People wanting stuff: My mother and her teacher's association revolution against Mark Sanford which apparently she needed help organizing due to lack of e-mail savvy, which I wouldn't mind if I weren't taking the test that determines the REST OF MY LIFE in two days.
2) My father's insane expectation that I fix him something to eat before he goes to work and when he gets back. I suspect my mother trained him poorly.
3) My need to use the couch for studying, (due to my lack of a desk), ranking slightly less important than other peoples' need to sleep on aforementioned couch, in the middle of the day, despite the fact that they have beds and snore loudly.
4) Complete and utter lack of food in the house, combined with disappearing car: After the car disappeared for maintenence, I discovered without the ability to pick something up for lunch/dinner you generally starve cuz the parents aren't necessarily going to feed you.
5) Wild cards that somehow become more important than the test that's only offered once every six months: My grandmother fell in an Applebee's and because my grandfather had an eye appointment, I ended up being volunteered to stay with her. I expected her to be having trouble getting out of bed or standing to cook, but when we get there she's outside gardening.
My father was talking about getting back home around noon, but instead we get back at four-thirty. I wouldn't have even gone, but arguing with someone on 45 minutes of sleep total is difficult. So, all the work I put into it yesterday ( all night minus 45 minutes) to be caught up enough to finish early today and be on something resembling a normal sleeping schedule was pointless, because I lost seven hours today. Also, I'm getting sick, because on 45 minutes of sleep, I have a crappy immune system and don't have the ability to plan well enough to grab an umbrella when its' raining and cold.
Okay, done ranting.
I thought going home early to take the Physics GRE offered in my hometown might be more convenient. HA! I didn't realize it, but there seems to be a kind of college etiquette surrounding people with tests which does not exist at home.
1) People wanting stuff: My mother and her teacher's association revolution against Mark Sanford which apparently she needed help organizing due to lack of e-mail savvy, which I wouldn't mind if I weren't taking the test that determines the REST OF MY LIFE in two days.
2) My father's insane expectation that I fix him something to eat before he goes to work and when he gets back. I suspect my mother trained him poorly.
3) My need to use the couch for studying, (due to my lack of a desk), ranking slightly less important than other peoples' need to sleep on aforementioned couch, in the middle of the day, despite the fact that they have beds and snore loudly.
4) Complete and utter lack of food in the house, combined with disappearing car: After the car disappeared for maintenence, I discovered without the ability to pick something up for lunch/dinner you generally starve cuz the parents aren't necessarily going to feed you.
5) Wild cards that somehow become more important than the test that's only offered once every six months: My grandmother fell in an Applebee's and because my grandfather had an eye appointment, I ended up being volunteered to stay with her. I expected her to be having trouble getting out of bed or standing to cook, but when we get there she's outside gardening.
My father was talking about getting back home around noon, but instead we get back at four-thirty. I wouldn't have even gone, but arguing with someone on 45 minutes of sleep total is difficult. So, all the work I put into it yesterday ( all night minus 45 minutes) to be caught up enough to finish early today and be on something resembling a normal sleeping schedule was pointless, because I lost seven hours today. Also, I'm getting sick, because on 45 minutes of sleep, I have a crappy immune system and don't have the ability to plan well enough to grab an umbrella when its' raining and cold.
Okay, done ranting.
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