I hate grad school. Just wanted to put that out there, in case you were wondering.
But I have asked around, and everyone, and I mean EVERYONE hates grad school. So that makes me feel better. I also live in constant fear of being kicked out, but then again, I hate it, so maybe that would work out in the long run.
I have picked up working part time at a book store. Its cute and overrun by hippies. We are
thatclose to singing kumbaya. They don't believe in carding people when they pay with a check or, I don't know, use a credit card that is in someone else's name. (A woman with a card that says George, for example.)
They don't have a safe. When I was being trained on how to close, I was instructed to put all the cash from the register (which doesn't close, much less lock) into "the bunny tin".
"I'm sorry," I said, convinced I had misheard my boss. "Where do I put the money?"
"In the 'safe'," she told me, using her fingers (which, by the way are disfigured, so it was kind of hard to tell what exactly she was doing: her gestures all look kind of the same) to show the quotation marks. "Its a bunny tin."
Sure enough, all the money gets put into a cookie tin with a bunny printed on it. The tin then goes under the counter. And the walls are mostly windows, so anyone can look in and see me doing this.
I horrify my coworkers at every staff meeting by being hopelessly capitalistic. Yeah. They are so hippie-tastic that I look like a right-wing capitalist. They almost shot me when I pointed out that one of our weaknesses is being a staff of entirely white middle-class women. They were not prepared for any insinuation that they might not be sensitive to the cultures, tastes, and lifestyles of the primarily lower-class minority population that makes up most of the surrounding areas. White people really like to believe that they understand everyone else and that they are in no way, ever, EVER even accidentally racist.
I am not pretending to be super-opened minding and more sensitive or any of that nonsense. I have just gotten sick of the two faced mentality in academia that we are too smart to be racist (but also unwilling to associate with locals, who we all assume are on drugs.) I am not perfect, but at least I admit that I, as a white person from a nice family and a nice town, who makes a nice paycheck, am too sheltered not to be at least a little ignorant.
Wow. That was a rant. Didn't really know that was all rolling around in my head.
Anyway.
Life is hectic, but its never boring.
I miss you guys. I love you.
Sarah