Cupcake Cadavars

You know those days where everything goes wrong all at once? It seems I have one final a semester where this happens all morning right before the exam. Without going into gory details (mostly they’re just tedious and boring and full of me being sick), just know that I almost didn’t get to my final, but DID, thanks to my wonderful boyfriend and his current possession of a car.

You know it’s love when someone will wake up at 7:30 in the morning just to get you to school on time. (When said person had gone to bed quite late and had planned to sleep in quite late.)

In other news, I passed my exam with flying colors, so I know that I can, at least, get onto the dean’s list this semester, even if I won’t have anywhere near a 4.0. Also, this being my hardest semester, I will almost definitely make it onto the dean’s list for each semester. Which is a fun thing to claim!

So, in other news, my parents are broke. They both retired ages ago, and had pretty much all of their money in the stock market. And we all know how that works. There’s a bit of drama regarding my parents going back to work– at least one of them will have to come out of retirement, and my dad pretty much refuses. (I won’t rant about how typical that is. Just know that it’s frustrating.) My mom pretty much told me that they’ll cover another year of college (with room and board) but then I’m on my own, for car/health insurance and everything. Which is fine, just stressful.

I know I don’t have to worry about it for another year, but it’s been bugging me a lot lately. There was about a week where I stressed about it silently. When I finally told Bryan about it, he suggested "why don’t you just get a job with benefits?" My reaction: "Right. Because so many Burger Kings offer benefits to people who are just starting out." Bryan laughed. "Addie. You’ll have a Professional degree in Chemistry, certified by the American Chemical Association. I think that counts for something."

Dude. I’d completely forgotten to count the fact that I’ll have a college degree. Entry level positions start at around $15/hr (not $7 or whatever the minimum wage is), and come with full benefits. It’s weird to me that I’ll have a degree. That finding a job with benefits will be the rule, rather than the exception. Whoa. Weird.

I’ve been poking around the internet a bit, looking at jobs that are offered now for people with degrees. There aren’t TONS of jobs for people like me, but there definitely are some. ARUP (a sample analysis lab at the U) has TONS of jobs for beginning technicians. I also found that the Human Resource Department at the U just has a list of all of the available jobs across the entire campus, you just need to go in and talk to them. So I don’t think that finding a good job that is close, pays well, and offers benefits will be all that hard. So I can breathe about that. *breathes*

Random bit of weirdness: ARUP is currently offering a job as a sample preparer (and general helper-outer-er) for the people that do autopsies. FUN! My initial reaction was actually really grossed out (You want me to touch dead people’s organs and tissues?), but I can’t stop imagining myself in the position now. :S But I really don’t think that I’m the sort of person that they’d want helping out with autopsies. I’d probably be doing something much more analytical and much more chemistry-y.

Anyway, I’ll not plan my job now. I can wait a year to do that.

What I really should be doing is packing up my room! I need everything out by tomorrow morning! Eep! (I am so. excited.) I’m officially moving into my house! And I may stay there tonight. Probably not, because I need to be here at about 10:30, and I don’t want to transit up just to check out and then leave again. But definitely tomorrow night. My house! Yay!

As soon as we get flour, sugar, and all of that jazz… I’m making cupcakes.

P.S. Sorry for the weird entry title. I was trying to think of topics that I discussed, and I found a very colorful, alliterative combination. I may actually keep doing weird things like this, so I’ll actually just take back the apology and turn it into an explanation. Though, I suppose I shouldn’t have to explain (or justify) myself in my own diary. Forget you read this paragraph.