eh.

I'll be honest--just blogging for the sake of blogging this morning.

The burn's okay. Looks progressively more disgusting as it heals. Carl has been an angel helping me take care of it.

I turned in most of my application to the Utah County Water Conservancy District yesterday. I have to get them my transcripts today. I really hope I get the job. It's $32/hour ($60k/year), and beyond the pay, it sounds fantastic. It combines labwork with teaching with research. I would keep vats of invasive species for study; check the drinking water of Utah County for drinkability; and teach lessons on drinking water quality. The facility is beyond fabulous. And it would make enough money for Carl to be a full-time writer starting out.

Today is our three-month anniversary.

Um. Tea Party meeting tonight, 7 pm W241 Tanner. That will be exciting.

I have nothing else to say, really. Sorry.

Actually I lied. Dropped SW yesterday. THe end.

burned.

While baking yesterday, a pan slipped out of my hand, fresh from the 360-degree oven. Slashed into my left arm, on the underside of it, by my bicep. Immediately skin start peeling off.

We couldn't rinse it under water, on account of that there were no sinks where I could shove my entire left torso, so we had to go find a giant sprayer to cool it. The water temperature would swing from being really warm to really cold.

Then, for the first time ever, I had to fill out an accident report, since the burn was so long (5 inches) and 2nd degree. They apparently have to file some sort of thing that says what they'll change in the future so it won't happen again. I told them, I just lost my balance. CONFLICT! I don't know what they finally put down but I hope it doesn't make baking weird.

Then a SM took me to the Bookstore to buy a burn bandage, which they didn't have. So instead she helped me down to the locker room where I tried to change--changing your shirt when you have a giant burn on your arm is so lame.

Well, then the EMTs called, searching for me in all the bathrooms in the Wilk. Only I was in the locker room in the basement, which you need a secret code to get into. So we had to go back upstairs for them to treat it.

At this point, Carl decided that for once he would buy lunch at the Cougareat, and just as he got to the front of the line, my friend C came up to ring up his order. She recognized him and told him I had been burned and where to find me. He came rushing, and was apparently really worried when he saw the 9 EMTs in the fishbowl office, all crowding around me.

The EMTs gave me a burn bandage and wrapped me up, and then they all wanted to practice on me random things, like taking my blood pressure, and looking at my pupils, and whatever. Apparently they have a test on EMT-ing this week and wanted some practice.

So anyway, once upon a time, I got a giant burn on my arm, and all these EMTs came to the Cougareat and I filled out an accident report. It was exciting, and now my arm hurts. The end.

another post about my dumb job

Just thought this was funny.

Just took a personality/career test. It told me I should either be a political analyst or.....




a cook.


Ah, baking....


[i r o n y]

my dumb job

1. I took the opening shift for Thursday mornings, because the Thursday baker quit. I also work Thursday afternoons. I just miss for one hour, so I can go to class. Some other chick comes in to cover the ovens.

I always knew I was a fast baker, but this is ridiculous.

On MWF, baking typically ends from 3:30-5 pm. On TTh, baking has typically ended around 2-3:30 (I bake afternoons on TTh).

Today, I opened and closed, and I ended at noon.

Exactly noon.

When I am not hampered by slow bakers, I can finish the baking in under 6 hours. Honestly, from 6-9:30, I finished 4 entire racks of bread, and we only had 5 to start with. The next baker wasn't quite done with the last rack when I got back 1.5 hours later. According to what I had already done, if I had kept up that speed, I could have organized over 1,000 cookies and baked the entire last rack in that amount of time.

I'm bugged because if I can bake so fast, it means I get fewer hours. Which to me means I should get a raise. I can do the baking that would normally take over 10 hours in under six. To get the money I would need to get per hour based on how fast I am, I would need a $3.32 raise. According to my calculations, anyway--and since I dropped math when I was 15, my count may be dubious. But I think it's right.

Gah. Need a raise.

what is going on?

So, I'm pretty much really confused.

Something is going on and I have no control in it at all.

I made it up through the final final interview for TFA, and they turned me down. Then, well-- well--

My professor asked me to come and meet with him about the grad school position I applied for. So I went. He had me sit down, and told me that I didn't get in--but the reason he wanted to tell me this in person was because of what a great candidate I was. Of all the applicants, I and the girl selected were the top two. They debated for a long time over who would get the position. In the end, the one deciding factor was the other girl's experience with sage or something. Dr. G told me that the next time he had a project come up, he would email me. And he told me that my "packet" was impressive enough that I should be able to get in anywhere that I would ever want to.

And he told me that even though I didn't take the GRE, my academic achievements were significant enough that he was 100% positive I would have scores "above and beyond" what would be necessary for anyone's program.

I was really excited at the time that he would think that of me--and now I'm a little confused. Now what do I do? No TFA, no grad school for me or Carl, no plan, no nothing.

Oh, and here is a funny tale. I got my Civ paper back, and I had an original A on the paper, and then the TA scratched it out and gave me a B because it "wasn't unique." So I had my actual teacher reread it, and he gave it an A+ and had only great things to say about it, and actually offered me the TA position for next year over it. Even though I didn't even read the book I wrote the paper on, I just read a lot of Wikipedia and used the index to find quotes. But he really liked my paper.

So, I don't know. My professors have always been really impressed with me, which has been nice, but... I mean, I have no idea what's going on. If I were really that cool, I would probably have figured out what to do with myself for after graduation.

Wtf.

The Roses of Success

I have been missing this song! Here are the lyrics:

Every bursted bubble has a glory!
Each abysmal failure makes a point!
Every glowing path that goes astray,
Shows you how to find a better way.
So every time you stumble never grumble.
Next time you'll bumble even less!
For up from the ashes, up from the ashes, grow the roses of success!
Grow the roses!
Grow the roses!
Grow the roses of success!
Oh yes!
Grow the roses!
Those rosy roses!
From the ashes of disaster grow the roses of success!


For every big mistake you make be grateful!
Here, here!
That mistake you'll never make again!
No sir!
Every shiny dream that fades and dies,
Generates the steam for two more tries!
There's magic in the wake of a fiasco!
Correct!
It gives you that chance to second guess!
Oh yes!
Then up from the ashes, up from the ashes grow the roses of success!
Grow the roses!
Grow the roses!
Grow the roses of success!
Grow the roses!
Those rosy roses!
From the ashes of disaster grow the roses of success!


Disaster didn't stymie Louis Pasteur!
No sir!
Edison took years to see the light!
Right!
Alexander Graham knew failure well; he took a lot of knocks to ring that
bell!
So when it gets distressing it's a blessing!
Onward and upward you must press!
Yes, Yes!
Till up from the ashes, up from the ashes grow the roses of success.

me procrastinating.

The Plant and Wildlife Science department at BYU is interesting. Several of the professors don't have graduate degrees. They're just old poor farmery guys who are amazing at soil science.

My boss, Dr. Hopkins, is a genius. He was recently in the NYT because of a new slow-release N fertilizer he's working on. I've helped him with the research. He's a really cool guy.

He told me the other day, being Friday, that if I wanted to go to grad school, I should.

Now, I hate school, but I think grad school might be okay because

1. I would be paid to go.
2. It's only 2 years.
3. It would be 100% Life Science, none of this wack "English 315" crizzap.

So, since I'm a month past the deadline, I have the next two hours to throw together an entire graduate application. Exciting!

Ah!


PS. LoL. There's this chick on FB who used to be in my Relief Society, and she always likes to write mean things about my posts on Obama. Today she wrote that I am "so annoying" and that I should "stop being such a hater."

To which I really have to ask: why not just unfriend me? Am I super missing something here? LoL.