Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Excuses, excuses....

I did not melt.

It's just that work was eating my brain. And then I went to California, where it was a little hot, but not humid unless you're from Utah, in which case, fine, complain about the humidity in Contra Costa County, but remember that you live in Utah, so you probably have more issues than just humidity. But I was in California, and it was lovely and not humid, and I saw my friend Lynn get married, and she was incredibly beautiful and so was the wedding and I cried because I was so happy. Everyone was happy, and many people were drunk and happy and it also WAS NOT HUMID.

Now I am back in Washington, and it's not too hot, and it's kind of humid, but only because it's raining, because for some reason it insists on raining here in the summer. Note to Californians: if you move to DC and your umbrella breaks in April, don't tell yourself, "Oh, spring is almost over, so I don't need to bother replacing this, because the rainy season is coming to a close, and I can just get a new one in the winter." Because, Californians, the rainy season here NEVER ENDS. But I am adjusting.

Anyhow, I am back, and work is eating my brain once again. Frankly, if work stays like this, I'm going to end up back in grad school, because a disseration would be less stressful. Tomorrow I leave for Iowa, where it will be hot and humid, but this time it's for work, which means I have to wear my grown-up clothes, which will not be at all comfortable in the heat, but I'm not even allowed to whine, because I have to act like a grown up while in my grown up clothes. After Iowa, I get to come home for a few days to complain about the heat and humidity here, and then it's off to Seattle to rejoice in decent, non-muggy weather for almost a week.

So, no, I have not melted. And someday I will come write a real post that is perhaps interesting and has good sentence structure and isn't all whiny.


Jeff said...

Oh, you are so not going back to grad school. And if you do, I'm going to call you and yell "NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO" until you come to your senses.

ann said...

I am not mocking your pain, but I do think that the words "because a disseration would be less stressful" could potentially come back and bite you. Right on the ass, my dear. Except that I won't yell "NO NO NO" to you, as there's no way in hell I'd keep my sanity ina 9 to 5 job. Academia has some advantages.

Good luck with the grown up clothes and the not whining.

Glad you didn't melt.

mica said...

I'm ready to go back to school too.

Watching Office Space has become painful rather than funny.

matty said...

Liz, a couple questions:
Where in California were you?

Where does someone of your stature purchase grown up clothes?

AND a couple comments:
I need grad school too. Badly.

Whine all you want, as long as it helps motivate you to move "Back West."

Elizabeth said...

Okay, so I was totally kidding about the grad school thing. I like being in school, but not THAT much. One master's degree is plenty for me, thank you very much. There is no disseration in me trying to get out.

I was in the bay area--staying in Martinez, wedding stuff in Moraga and Canyon, then visiting in Oakland and Berkeley.

Matt: You are a bastard (she said affectionately). I am not that short. And I go to Ann Taylor petites.