14 Jan 2010

R: Lately I've been living in a kind of haze. I don't know if it's a constant contact high from my pothead neighbors - it's amazing how many times I have come home to that old familiar smell - or if I just have low blood sugar or something, but I can't seem to think coherently half the time. A fog has settled in and I seem to always be wandering my apartment lost. My personal nightmare: perpetually looking for misplaced keys...or wallet...or double-headed dinosaur necklace.

Today it was a recipe I had pulled from one of the many food blogs I read. I printed it out and folded it up in order to facilitate it's disappearance when I leave it somewhere inconceivably stupid. After checking the same places repeatedly and letting the anxiety and tension mount to an overwhelming level, I decided to take a breather and methodically search my books. Since I prefer a haphazard sort of organization as opposed to an orderly one, this meant sitting on the floor and sorting through the growing piles of fiction. Unsurprisingly, I did not find the recipe in any of the books, but what I did find was an assortment of tickets - everything from a bus between NYC and Boston to a flight from Las Vegas to Roanoke. There were a couple of Amtrak tickets and a schedule for the local lines in Pennsylvania, and of course the stubs from the last flight I took (to Minneapolis).

So what does this finding say about me? I'd like to think that it suggests that although I am clearly an absent-minded hobo, I am also well-traveled and well-read. In a word, I am charming.

C: Sunshine! I needed it this week. Unfortunately, our office has no windows except from the front door and conference room. However, my 8-to-4 work schedule has proved especially beneficial on winter days like today: I was in my apartment before sundown and even had a solid 15-20 minutes to appreciate the blue skies while waiting for the bus and walking to my building after being dropped off.

My non-reaction to the first school letter revealed that I had no real desire to be there anyway. By chance I logged into another school's application website this morning and saw the notice: "Your application decision is ready for viewing". I refused to open it until I got home, knowing full well that decisions this early are rarely a good thing. I guess that I had my hopes up for this program more than I expected. Maybe because I have been told over and over again that I am a prime candidate, and coupled with my recommendations (two have degrees from the school) and current work experience, there was no way that I would be rejected. Thanks, people. Boo you, Baltimore.

On a more cheerful note, UGA randomly congratulated me on my "terrific" GMAT score and have selected me as a "Priority Candidate" with pre-qualifications for a financial award. I always wished that was the way academic programs worked - recruit the students and save us all some time and grief. I guess - as the song goes - I can always keep Georgia on my mind...