More AH!!!!!

I am officially moving to Wisconsin. I start work June 6. I have accepted their offer. There is no turning back now. To do so would mean death by firing squad at the hands of the b-school career center. But I will not make fun of the career center any longer, because, though they seemed like more an annoyance than a help over the course of the last semester or two, they do seem to have gotten me a job.

Though now I must say I have no motivation whatsoever to complete my marketing major, since I am now officially going to be a computer geek when I grow up. But maybe that was the best way to do it - take the hard stuff as a minor and use the easy, boring classes as a major. I can't imagine what being a CS major would have been like - they have to take more than one CS class a semester! My head would have exploded long ago. But that doesn't matter anymore, because I have a job. And now I have to figure out grown up things like finding an apartment and a car and paying for them all by myself. Just now I've been reading about renter's insurance, which the renter's insurance sales people seem to make sound so necessary that it seems like I should maybe have some of it already. These are the daunting grown up questions I now must face.

- posted by Darcey @ 3:35 PM

 
The Story of My Christmas
(or How the Snow Killed the Pigs)

Most of my family members are farmers in southern Indiana. My uncle recently got into the pig business. He had a big barn built, and then these people started sending him pigs, which he gets all grown up, and then the people come and take the pigs away. Then last week it snowed, a lot. And apparently the big pig barn is not designed to hold two feet of snow. And so the pig barn roof collapsed, and many piggies met an untimely end. But do not feel sad for the piggies. Many survived and were fully grown, and even as we speak, they are being rescued from the pig barn ... and being sent to that happy place where fully grown pigs go. So feel sad for my uncle, who cannot have any more piggies until he rebuilds the barn that he just got built.

Anyway, so we could not go to my grandparents' for Christmas, first of all because we couldn't get there, and second because they were busy with the piggies and not in a cheery, festive mood. But we will go next week. And we had Christmas here, with my aunt who lives up here where we have a mere foot of snow. And now I have tickets to go see The Producers in a few weeks, as well as a gift certificate to get my hair colored, because apparently my family is much distressed over my several premature gray hairs. Aren't they sweet? I also got a refill set of questions to a DVD movie trivia game that I don't own. Fortunately, we successfully made up our own rules without the gameboard. Unfortunately, the DVD doesn't seem to be working and plays the same questions in the same order every time.

And then there's this whole job thing. It's so weird! The company, Epic, was the very first one I interviewed with and the one I thought I was least qualified for. All the other jobs, which I thought I was a better fit for and which I was more interested in, rejected me very promptly after the first interview. Epic told me nothing for weeks and weeks, and I thought there was no way they would want me if the other people didn't, and at least the other people had the decency to send me a poorly written letter telling me so. Then Epic called me back and wanted me to go to Wisconsin for another interview, and getting there turned into a big mess, with finals going on and all. But I got there, and then a few days later, they offer me a job! And they seem like a cool place to work - it looks like a college campus, with lots of young people running around in jeans, or sweatpants. And Madison seems like a very nice place. It's just not at all where I would have expected to be or what I would have expected to be doing. But they offered me a job! And I would know where I was going, and there would be no more interviews, and it would all be so easy and wonderful, until I got there at least...

- posted by Darcey @ 11:40 AM

 
AH!!!!!

I have been offered a job. A real one. In Madison, Wisconsin. They have offered me money. Big, grownup amounts of money. They will send me information about benefits and their relocation package. They wish me to perform "technical services" and other official sounding things.

It is a real job. And I would go there after I finished school. Which is only one semester away. I would go to Wisconsin. By myself. And have a job. And not be in college. And not be at home. Be in Wisconsin, working and making money.

I am scared now. I must watch television. Television brings peace.

- posted by Darcey @ 3:23 PM

 
I have just realized that when you write my last name followed by the first three letters of my first name, as receipts from the library do, you get something that would be pronounced "radar." If I ever have a computer that allows me to receive instant messages without freezing, my new screenname will be "wraydar." Or it would be like that email address at work a few summers ago, which for some reason involved the first two consonants of my first name and turned me into Dr. Wray. But it will not be like the Newsweek people who have decided to call me Wrat. Incidentally, I would like to point out to the good people at Newsweek that when Ms. Wrat receives junk mail, she knows exactly who has been giving out her address.

- posted by Darcey @ 1:34 PM

 
Classes done! All presentations and group projects done! One final done! All that leaves is 3 papers, 2 tests, and a database in a pear tree. Plus that pesky trip to Wisconsin. Now it is naptime. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.

- posted by Darcey @ 2:33 PM

 
On the new engineering online course evaluation: "The course increased your knowledge of contemporary social issues."

Are database systems supposed to increase my knowledge of contemporary social issues? If so, then I'm even more lost in that class than I thought I was.

Also, just how many emails do the course evaluation people plan on sending us?

- posted by Darcey @ 2:22 PM