so...

i am now an office drone.

my co-workers are ghetto (it's somewhat of a bad sign when your supervisor says "ax" instead of "ask," isn't it?).

i don't mean to be racist or prejudice, but i feel somewhat at a disadvantage in my new workplace because (1) i am not of hispanic descent, and (2) i don't say, "girl," at the beginning of every sentence.

that is all.




oh, by the way, i got the most amazing news (sarcasm alert!): i will not be graduating this semester afterall!!! yipppppppppeeeeeeeeeeeee...........

despite my best efforts to fulfill my promise of working on my thesis while in texas, dr. fox has taken, what seems like eons, to read my latest friggin' chapter. it is her suggestion that "because we are mid-way into the semester" that "we" should "aim for a fall graduation." great. except there is no fall commencement, which, to me is the main thing i am looking for, because i want my relatives to SEE and VISIT the place i have devoted four years of my life to. no one amongst my generation of cousins, etc., has pursued a master's degree, and i really want the Mantaring side of my family to see that i am not a "professional student," or a failure. for all they know, i sit on my ass all day and philisophize about the meaning of life. they think i just sit and take up space. no one gets it. they don't see the importance of what me and hundreds of actual museum professionals aspire to achieve in the long run. no one sees what i do as work. no one sees that what i've been doing is more than studying and taking tests. boy, do i wish that were all to it!!! i guess, in a way, i'd like a bit of respect and understanding, and some realization that i am trying to pave my way to doing something.