My graduate alumni association interviewed me a few years back. My undergrad just contacted me for an interview. I don’t think my high school ever will, and rightly so!
As I get older, it gets easier to fire people who aren’t worth my time (not to mention money, but it’s really the time that’s most important these days).
I like doing simple data work, but it’s really the sort of thing I should be having an RA do. Still, I like doing it. So when my RAs can’t… well, I have fun with it even though I feel a bit guilty.
It is so weird voting… instead of a Republican vs. a Democrat on most ballots, it is a Republican vs. a Libertarian. Sometimes, just for kicks, there’s a random Green Party member. I’m not sure what’s up with that.
If you haven’t read Anne of Green Gables since you were a kid, as an adult it has layers of hilarity that probably went right above your head at the time. I don’t remember laughing out loud quite so much when I was young. (And DC1 has to ask why I’m laughing because it’s going over hir head.) DC1 also complains that Anne talks too much. Apparently ze can’t handle more than half a page of her talking without a pause.
Sometimes I put off writing annoying emails and discover when I actually sit down to do them that it has taken no time at all. Sometimes I answer emails right away and it takes much longer than expected. Sometimes I put off writing the annoying email and the problem solves itself, but sometimes I should have just spent the 10 min figuring out which person to try next on the email list of “what’s up with this grant”? Of course, sometimes the 10 min email also doesn’t get answered. But sometimes they tell you you’ve had the grant for an entire month and it turns out they sent the information to the wrong person at your institution.
Remember how I was concerned with potential pacifier overuse by DC2? It was all for naught. It turns out ze is a thumb person, but only other people’s thumbs. Ze’s a wee bit of a cannibal.
I’m currently re-reading Anne of Green Gables and enjoying it a lot. I was so happy to find out that it was not one of those children’s novels that doesn’t warrant repeat readings (*cough* The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe). I’ve also got a thumb sucker. First it was ours, but now blessedly it is his. Yay for self-soothing!