moving

Yes, I moved back in with my parents at the end of January. This was done under the *crossing fingers, hoping I don't jinx myself* assumption that I would be accepted to the one and only business school to which I applied. If I planned on attending school, I best be saving some $, and if that meant moving in with M&D... well there ain't no shame! I was also eager to live with people that would clean regularly, cook for me, have reliably hot water each morning and pay for maids every two weeks.*

Which brings me to my next point. I am incredibly lucky when it comes to choosing institutions of higher learning. Not once, but twice have I placed all my application eggs in one basket, and twice have I been accepted. Either that's random good fortune or I am setting my sights too low. I prefer to believe it's the former.

So now I am presented with the kind of questions I haven't had to answer in a while - when do I begin my new life? How shall it begin? If I live like a miser, I may have enough to cover the cost of 2 years' tuition by the time school starts... Do I take out loans nonetheless and blow it on pre B-school traveling? Who will travel with me? Could I do it alone? Do I know enough people in other countries?

These, my friends, are questions of which I will take the utmost pleasure in answering.

So... who wants to be my summer travel companion?

* Nothing but love, LT! :)

P.S.

Why didn't anyone tell me about the severe beating that is the graduate school scholarship application process?? Tonight I discovered a scholarship requiring nomination by an Official Representative from undergraduate school, disclosure of past criminal history, 7 essays, a narrative autobiography and optional art portfolio.

Going into debt is looking better every day.

just another manic V-Day

Due to the fact that yesterday at 4 pm our email server hovered between states of intermittent functionality and grinding haltedness, I called it early quits and took my work home.

Given my post-vacation workload, on which I was woefully behind by day 2, I knew that I would be working the hell out of Valentines' Day. By working from home beforehand I figured I could put a sizeable of a dent into my workload. Not quite.

Arrive at work 1+ hr early. 8 AM morning paperwork dropoff - just what boss was looking for. Meeting #1 - totally aced, thanks to work of night before. Lunch - eaten in 7 minutes flat, purse inadvertently left on adjacent seat. Meeting #2 - was nominated mediator and official notes-taker, due to fact that head honchos were MIA; key documents somehow missing from folder. Meeting #3 - 15 minutes after Meeting #2 - relatively brief, yet mind-numbing. In retrospect, AM coffee would have been good idea. Meeting #4 - nothing new to report, having failed on [unrealistic] deliverables. Return to desk, receive call from catering Re: missing purse that hasn't yet been discovered missing. An ad-hoc request here, a few typed up meeting minutes there and an overwhelming urge to throw myself in front of a locomotive and I was ready to call it a day.

It IS nice, however, to arrive home after an unforgiving day at work to a gourmet meal of osso buco, risotto, green beans a l'orange and chocolate truffle cake.

Living with Mom & Dad sure has its perks.

snow bunnies

stranded

A missed connecting flight leads to an unexpected 1 day stay in sunny Phoenix. Good thing I packed for the weather... oh wait.

P.S. I got into UT! Details to follow!

anchorage or bust

Tomorrow I'm headed to the seasonally moonlit state of Alaska for some skiing with Andy! This is me trying to be a good blogger and keep you updated on my haps. Enjoy your weekend & upon my return I will hopefully have some shots of a wintry wonderland, me falling on my ass and aurora borealis!