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So This Is Wednesday Last night, I handed in the final paper of my undergraduate career. It was titled Women and Children First: Narrative Perspectives in Bapsi Sidhwa's Cracking India and Arundhati Roy's The God of Small Things. Greg came up with the part before the colon, after reading my paper about nineteen thousand times and pointing out my ten billion tense switches and telling me, once again, to move my thesis statement up about three pages. He wins the Best Husband Award again. He just won it on Saturday night for volunteering to drive into Philly and pick Elizabeth and I up at 30th Street Station so we didn't have to sit around at 11:30 PM for 50 minutes between trains. I didn't ask, I never suggested. E and I were on the train from Trenton to Philly when my cell phone rang and he just offered. We love him. It rocked. (Speaking of my Saturday trip to New York, I will be talking about it. Maybe tonight. I have to get the pictures off the digital camera first.) I haven't gotten my registration packet for grad school yet. The offices at this school close in a few days and don't re-open until the semester starts. Hello, need to register! I called them yesterday and rather than just explain to me how to register, they said they'd re-send the packet. Now, this university is ten minutes from my house, so I could go and pick the stuff up - but there really isn't any time for me to do that. I have to work tomorrow, and then Friday morning I'm getting my hair cut at 9:30 AM which is the only appointment I could get before January and is keeping me from going with Greg to pick his parents up at the airport - so I'm not sure I could get to the grad office. I may have to drive down on Friday. I'm getting a little frustrated. Cards are arriving every day; it's very exciting. I still have a few to address, and a few of the foreign-destined ones may end up being more like New Year's cards. I had most of them done but then paper-writing began in earnest and I've got about fifteen left. I just love getting your cards, though, especially when they have pictures of your kiddies inside! That part is so very cool! And you write such nice things in them. I have the coolest readers in the world, and the readers with the best taste, as is evidenced by the amazon.com wishlists you sent me to look at. People, I really didn't need any more stuff on mine. I've already got a big old list of books I want to read. Did you have to give me so many new shiny ideas? Just because I've graduated undergrad does not mean I have lots of spare time on my hands! Why do you all have to know about such interesting books?? I just ordered a clear Discover card. Greg will think it's silly and he might not even want to carry his, but I want mine, and I can't wait to get it. It's so much cooler than the regular silver colored one. I can hold it up to my eye and look through it like a pirate...um...with a Discover-card shaped eyepatch. Yeah. Anyway, we put everything on Discover - groceries, gas, etc. - and at first I thought it was silly. Why not just use the check card? The cashback bonus just isn't that huge. Now, however, Discover lets you use your bonus with their "bonus partners," some of whom match you dollar for dollar. What does this mean? For every $20 bonus we get, Borders will give us a $40 gift card. You can bet we signed up for that puppy right away. It's much more exciting to get $100 in gift cards than it is to get $50 credited to your account. If you're going to get free money, why not get free books instead? We had our holiday lunch at work today. There was supposed to be no gift-exchanging because we adopted a family, but our boss gave us all something and so did my immediate supervisor, and I had wild mushroom soup and a salmon club sandwich and Tollhouse Pie, because it's the holidays, and my weight is stable, and I have just told myself to chill the hell out and eat and not worry about what I'll look like in a formal at the Alumni show (probably exactly like I've looked in all the previous ones). It was a lot of fun. As I've said before, my job is sorta boring but I really like my coworkers a lot and that's what's really important, I think, when you're working in a job that you don't intend to be a lifelong career. It's important to be happy, if you're not being happy and fulfilled. One is better than neither, and I get fulfillment in other things. I think I have more than my fair share of happiness. Someone else can have the fulfillment.
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