Friday, January 27, 2012

Yesterday, I flew off the handle

At 7:47 am, to be precise.

Oddly enough, it was over my outfit.  Or lack of.  Now, normally I don't think much about what I wear: if it's comfortable and doesn't require any yanking or tugging or checking of buttons I'm good.

But yesterday I had my first interview for my first real job and suddenly I had NO CLOTHES.
[false- I have a closet full of clothes, many of which fit the professional criteria]

It was cold outside, so there was NO way I could wear a skirt, [false- I do it for church all the time] and I could NOT wear heels for the 4 hours of class before the interview [false- my record is 12 hours for a conference].  I could NOT wear my black pants because my black flats were uncomfortable [semi-false- my pinky toe gets kinda smushed in there] and even if I DID suffer through the shoes I could NOT wear my suit jacket with the pants becuase the blacks did NOT match [I'm still not sure if that's false or not]

Between changing through six outfits and pacing between the closet and the mirror I made myself very late [false- I still could have made it]

That's when I blew up.  This was All.  Zach's.  Fault.  [false- Zach had nothing to do with it] because we never go shopping [false- we went last week and I was too picky to buy anything] and being married to him has made me fat so my other clothes don't fit [false- Zach is the only reason I ever get to the gym these days].  Plus, my hair didn't look as professional as I had envisioned, and that was Zach's fault too [false- just false].

Zach took my accusations like a champ.  He got dressed, handed me the lunch he packed, put the breakfast he made me on a plate, pushed me out the door, drove me to class and as I exited the car in a fluster he told me that I looked fabulous.

I don't know if I'll get the job, but if I do, it's only because of this guy:

Saturday, January 14, 2012

I can take a hint

This last week Zach and I got quite the shocker when we finally bit the bullet and looked at our finances. 

What's this?  A charge for BYU tuition? (gasp!) THEY TOOK AWAY MY FACULTY BENEFITS!

As the lucky child of BYU professors, I've always taken for granted that my tuition is half off the usual rate and have planned my finances accordingly.  But now, staring at my account I saw that someone had purposefully stripped me of my coveted status.

The girl at Financial Services was oh so nice and transferred me oh so quickly to the Benefits Office after informing me that there might be a credit limit to what BYU is willing to go halfsies on.  I added up my credits, quietly cursing my carefree freshman year and the resulting retaken classes.  The Benefits lady also tallied my credits as I held my breath.

Finally, "Well, BYU will only pay up to 150 credits and right now you're at 145.  We'll put the half tuition back into your account.  For now.  Just don't add any more classes."

Alright BYU, I get it.  It's time for me to graduate already.

This is my favorite motivational picture as I plunge into my final semester of classes:

Should be the best semester yet.