So I forgot to update everyone about my getting into college after I recently discussed applying. Yes, I got into CSI, which is no prize but for now it’s something. It shows I’m at least trying not to fail at life. And much like Terrence my nightmare is already taking shape. To start they didn’t even notify me that I was accepted, I got no ‘big envelope’ in the mail (good thing I’m an excellent investigator). Then they didn’t tell me I had to take a placement test or that I was already scheduled for one (which I found out when trying to schedule it). So I have until June 22nd to bone up on useless high school level Math and English. But hopefully in 10 years when I graduate I can escape the torture of a low paying dead end job. Which brings me to a very serious item on the Murtaugh List.
I’m too old to be working a dead end job. Now I know it’s hard to acquire a job that you don’t hate, that would be asking too much. I just want a job with some growth or direction. When I first interviewed for my job they injected me with notions and fairy-tales of growth and joy. Lies. We don’t even get a bullshit annual raise of $0.25 like most minimum wage positions. I feel seriously oppressed.
I hope in the long run I don’t give up on myself. It would be a pity to be defeated by the stress of CSI like most others do… it would be another tragedy to still be working towards my BA past 30. Although I most likely will. Since my goal is for a PhD I’ll most likely be in college until I’m 50… or even worse dead. I wonder is I’ll get a tuition discount for being deceased. Something to think about.