Haven't I seen you before?
Sep. 23rd, 2004 11:39 amYou know the real reason I hate having to ride the damn shuttle bus? Beyond the crowds, beyond the jostling, beyond the additional drain on my already-stretched time, beyond the sheer insult of paying that much money to park in a deck two miles from my workplace?
It's because it brings me in close proximity to the undergraduates.
Yes, I bitch about the law students. I find more than a few of them spoiled and bratty. I hate the way they look at me, or rather look through me. To them, I'm not a real human being; I'm a shadow entity, a piece of the scenery who occasionally infringes on their God-given right to break library rules by telling them they can't eat in the library. But, you know, at least they work hard. I can respect that. As far as I can tell, all the undergrads do is drink, spend their daddy's money, go to frat parties, gossip about each other, and strategically arrange themselves on the shuttle buses so that the people trying to actually get to work have to stand on top of each other.
I used to pass those people every day at Vanderbilt. The rich, thin, perfect people. But they really didn't bother me that much, because I was on my way to one of my honors English classes and I was going to go to grad school and be a brilliant professor. Now I see them walk by, and I think that in five years they'll be working for Daddy's company and driving SUVs that cost more than I make in a year, and where will I be?
It's because it brings me in close proximity to the undergraduates.
Yes, I bitch about the law students. I find more than a few of them spoiled and bratty. I hate the way they look at me, or rather look through me. To them, I'm not a real human being; I'm a shadow entity, a piece of the scenery who occasionally infringes on their God-given right to break library rules by telling them they can't eat in the library. But, you know, at least they work hard. I can respect that. As far as I can tell, all the undergrads do is drink, spend their daddy's money, go to frat parties, gossip about each other, and strategically arrange themselves on the shuttle buses so that the people trying to actually get to work have to stand on top of each other.
I used to pass those people every day at Vanderbilt. The rich, thin, perfect people. But they really didn't bother me that much, because I was on my way to one of my honors English classes and I was going to go to grad school and be a brilliant professor. Now I see them walk by, and I think that in five years they'll be working for Daddy's company and driving SUVs that cost more than I make in a year, and where will I be?
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Date: 2004-09-23 09:52 am (UTC)You are a unique person (just like everyone else) and whether you are successful or happy is something you will have to measure within your own life, to your own standards.
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Date: 2004-09-23 09:54 am (UTC)Which is why you MUST slay them now before they can pollute the gene pool!
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Date: 2004-09-23 09:57 am (UTC)You rock, whereas they both suck AND blow.
And count yourself lucky -- I have to work with the undergrads here every freakin' day!!
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Date: 2004-09-23 10:27 am (UTC)Location doesn't matter. You'll still have a soul. More than can be said for lots of them.
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Date: 2004-09-23 10:43 am (UTC)And you'll hopefully be either working in a place you like more, or doing something else that will make you happy. Besides, working for Daddy's company means swallowing any semblance of pride, wearing a shit-eating grin when you disagree with Dad, and possibly necessitating some form of better living through chemistry, legal or otherwise (but not medically necessary). See, they might have the SUV, but they'll either have a Xanax addiction or a hole worn through their nasal cartilage from all the coke and speed they do to make Daddy happy.
Don't you feel better now? ;P
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Date: 2004-09-23 11:04 am (UTC)Honestly, the student body down there, could be easily swapped for the one here at MSU.
The only difference- we've got more cold weather gear in our wardrobes.
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Date: 2004-09-23 11:13 am (UTC)I feel the same way. Maybe you need to look at your job and say "Am I happy here?" And if you aren't then its up to you to move on. I've figured out 2 things since I've been here. 1. I don't like anything about Emory. 2. I miss getting dressed up to go to work and feeling somewhat important.
This is getting too long.
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Date: 2004-09-23 11:32 am (UTC)Leading a far more fulfilling, real, fabulous life than that vapid lot, I promise you.
If nothing else, you'll be hanging around with me, and that's something those kids will never get. So there. ;)
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