Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Chief Procrastinator

My graduate admission statement is done and mailed! I had started it quite a while ago but never got past a rough draft. I spent several hours in the last few days re-writing, tweaking, and finalizing the stupid thing. If I get in then I get in. If I don't then I'll work for DHS for the rest of my life. Scary.

Heading off to Salt Lake City on Thursday for another Young Democrats of America meeting. My two year term of Vice President of Programs is up in August and I'm pretty much ready to hand over the reigns now. I realize it's a political organization but there's too much politics going on right now. People running for office are constantly calling, want to know what I think of this, what about so & so, who's she supporting, who's the best, blah blah blah. I'm NOT bitter that I have not been asked to run again but now that I'm becoming an outsider I find amusement in all the B.S. that goes on. Politics. Oh yeah, so I'm going to Salt Lake for 4 days. That area of the country is beautiful and I have a bit of free time so I'm going to explore some of the mountains and lakes. Our hotel is right off Temple Square so I'll do the whole tour thing as well. Missionaries love me.

Work is ok at the moment. My co-worker, Happy Gaila, is back after being in a three week training. I refer to her as Happy Gaila because the girl is too damn chipper sometimes. Let me tell you, she will sing cheery songs until you want to throw up. It's actually a good quality but I can't let her know I think so. We need her in the office because she's the buffer and sometimes peace-keeper.

Once again I apologize to all three of my readers for the boring blog. I'll try to be more creative in the coming weeks.

1 comment:

AE said...

I'm sure you will come back from SLC with some sizzling sex stories about all the missionaries you seduced. Just think of all those poor Spirit Babies you are denying their chance to incarnate! Have fun, presh! Bring me back some of those holy undergarments the Mormon boys wear! (Note I said "holy" not "holey": I don't want no skeeved up drawers.)