I was not exaggerating with that last post title. Getting this job was the best news I have ever heard in my life. I needed this job, for me. I don't know if I could have dealt with two years of grad school. I've been in school since I was three; I need a break.
Getting this job is also great validation for the decision I made 4 years ago, to work myself through college, debt free. I knew my grades would suffer going in (I've flogged that horse to death over the past 4 years). I all goes back to something my grandmother told me in high school, she said "It doesn't matter how little money you've got in your pocket when you graduate college, if you don't owe anybody anything, you're way ahead of the game." I still remember those words today. I always believed that there was more value in someone who works his ass off and has practical knowledge than a dedicated academic with a sparkling GPA. While I have since learned there are many more opportunities for those with sparkling GPA's, I still believe I made the right decision. And, I suppose the true test of any decision is whether or not you would do it again given all the knowledge you have know. In that regard I'm feeling dandy.
I'm with Rick on this one. It's about the numbers, not the enviroment.
It's 2 in the morning and 3/4 of my design class is doing homework in the DL.
I just did a double integral for the first time in 3 years, and I did it right.
in case you were wondering, the answer to number 15 is -128/5
I am in tremendous need of distraction over the next 5 days. Cessna told me last Friday that they would make their decision in about a week; therefore I'm about to be nervous as hell. I'll be walking on a volatile mix of eggshells, pins, and needles until I hear from them, so to all my personal friends, please distract me if you can. And, if I snap at you, assume it's the stress, rather than me being an ass. I promise you, once I get a job, I will be the easiest person to be around ever.
Since I was a child, any time social security has every come up in any setting, the immediate response was always something to the effect of, "well, don't count on it being around when you retire because it's headed for fiscal Armageddon between now and then", every time, no exceptions. Before now I never figured the eventual demise of social security to be a politically debatably issue. Sure no politician wanted to touch it, but that was out of fear of seniors, not because it wasn't busted. Now, I'm not saying el presidente's plan is good, it's probably crap since he apparently doesn't understand zero sum budgeting, but how anyone could possibly stand in their right mind and tell me not to worry, in 44 years their I will get these benefits.
After 6 hours of driving, a 90 minute interview in which I'm not sure I actually breathed, a 2 1/2 hour review/print/mail session for the final SAE report, and 1 giant 12 oz. Sirloin at Hereford House. I couldn't tell you what to what to think of this day. I've been exhausted all week, and have now been up for nearly 24 hours, yet I can't sleep.
The real thing is that I shouldn't be stressed. The only two things I actually cared about this semester, SAE and getting a job, are now out of my hands. No amount of worrying or pondering will change what happens. But I still can't get myself to let go. Which is an absurd development in and of itself. I've always been the one to let go after what’s done is done.
I can take comfort in one thing thought, if by this time next week I have a job offer and a flying SAE airplane, I'll be walking around with a 37-cent stamp on my head.
Tommorrow's the big day, my on-site interview with Cessna. Since raytheon hates me, boeing doesn't love me, and I abhor graduate school, this is a pretty important interview to me. So tomorrow morning I have a sit down with my 'hopefully' future boss. Needless to say I'm nervous as hell. I'm going over everything I might possiblely need to say, questions, answers, idle conversation, the works. Because I have no appreciable people skills I find these mental practice sessions necessary. And by 'no appreciable people skills' and 'nervous as hell', I mean I actually get anxious when I'm having a mental interview with myself..really anxious. So pray to whom ever you feel necessary for me, and wish me a cool, calm, and collected head for tomorrow. Words of encouragement and most definately welcome.
Now, if you excuse me i just threw up a little in my mouth.
I'm getting ready to embark to see my last home basketball game as a KU student. Senior night in Allen fieldhouse, where I will listen to the post game speeches from the seniors I grew up with these last four years. I anticipate quite an evening.