And this post doesn't even MENTION the GMAT...
Life has been pretty stressfull in the Leah camp recently ("So what else is new?! Leah, we are so freakin boored of hearing you talk about how stressed you are. LIFE is HARD; get over it already!") I am currently interviewing people (again for the millionth time) for part-time gallery help; i unfortunately needed to let go of the last person, and that makes two firings in a row in the span of just one month, and i am beginning to wonder if the problem is not that the people i hire are necessarily incompetent, but that i am just an awful manager.
Well, only time will tell. After two years go by i will really be able to see if i can hold onto retail help. And then i will promptly kill myself, because never ever in my life did i imagine that i would waste away two whole years of my adulthood as a manager of a dinky jewelry store.
In your life, was there a clear precise moment when your childhood dreams finally died? Did it get better after that?
dirt roads
They tore up the pavement on several stretches of road around ourselves--for what reason it is far from clear--and I think I like it. It gives the place a nice country feel, what with the uncouth jutting rocks and the clouds of dust. It also has the effect of making people drive more slowly, which in the abstract is a good thing, but some folks are taking it beyond all reason. Come on guys, I have wanted to say on more than one occassion: you have a Suburu Outback, you can drive faster than five miles an hour here. That's supposed to be a real rally car you have there, with the air intake and the Crocodile Dundee affectations and all. And it's a pretty well-graded dirt road, at that. So all in all I'm in favor, and I wish they make take a long time putting the pavement back.
I do, however, have to say I'm not in favor of all road work, and specifically not of the sort they practice in Waltham by Home Depot, where the cones and orange barrels are located so as to slowly, subtlely squeeze two lanes of traffic into one, without any sort of warning whatsoever. Massachusetts style, I suppose.