OK, this really has nothing to do with an irritated vagina, but I loved Working Girl's use of that phrase in her comment on my previous post and want to use it as often as I use the expression "beavers suckle beavers." Or more often, actually, as I never remember to throw my beaver suckling line out when it matters.
Anyway, this post is neither about irritated vaginas or suckling beavers or the cause and effect one might have on the other. It's about the relief I feel now that my MFA application is officially complete and ready for review. Am I mad that it took them weeks to inform me that my transcript was missing, leaving me to scramble at the last second? Fuck yeah! Does it infuriate me that it took an additional 72 hours for the admissions office to process the transcripts that I hand delivered as a result? You better fucking believe it! However, it is complete, and now I can relax and wait and see what happens. If I don't get in, that will suck, but at least I can take comfort in being considered in the first place. Not getting in because the admissions office never processed my transcript and thus my application was never reviewed would be frustrating beyond belief.
Plus, it is Friday. While I enjoyed my work project this week, I am really ready for it to end. Every day I stare for hours at financial statements and loan reports, crunching and recrunching the numbers. I can barely see straight at the end of the day. Even harder? Stopping myself from swearing out loud, which requires constant vigilance on my behalf. (I suspect that is why I am exhausted by mid-afternoon. Swearing is rejuvenating and entertaining as an effective stress-relief mechanism, so holding it in when I want to tell someone that the motherfuckers are driving me crazy with their constantly changing accounting methods is doubly harmful.) Pocketing that paycheck is going to feel mighty fine. It would be awesome to use some of he proceeds to hire someone to clean my bathtub for me so I can take a nice, hot non-vagina-drying bubble bath. I can dream, can't I?
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Why, why, why do people at institutions of higher learning make it so difficult to get an education (I'm not including my CSUN staff peeps, who were wonderful). I had a transcript evaluator tell me that she could not change her mistake-riddled evaluation because now that she had signed it, it could only be changed by order of the dean...stuff like that.
ReplyDeleteI am so glad your app is done!
Good luck on getting in!
ReplyDeleteI hope you get in! I'm crossing everything but my irritated vagina.
ReplyDeleteIncidentally, I've been using "douchnozzle" as an insult since you brought it up, and I have gotten some good feedback on it. People like the douchenozzle.
Good luck getting in! How exciting! I'm glad everything arrived, and completely understand your massive frustrations! And I also like the douchnozzle - I've never used it, but I think I'll start now!
ReplyDeleteGood luck!
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