On second thought, better not.
I was going to write about the things that drive me absolutely crazy about my husband presently, however I decided that he would not want my family and friends reading about his misgivings and more importantly, I do not like being in the dog house. Besides, I'm certain that there is a mountain of dirt he has on me that I would not like to be printed for anyone to look at. That sucks, because it was going to be a pretty funny entry (those of you who know my husband know it would be too!).
Now, you people will just have to be satisfied with tidbits of what is known as a grown up's life or what I like to refer to as "death after college." Actually, I may not be grown up for much longer because guess what?... I am going back to school!!! I finally have something to look forward to besides spreading f-ing tax returns, financial statements and analyzing the worthiness of a borrower's loan request. I am going to be working towards my (drum roll please) Master's in Psychology Counseling (ta-da)!
That's right! In a few years, I will be a licensed Marriage Family Therapist (a little unsettling isn't it?)
I will be keeping my full time employment while I'm going to school, which should take about 1.5 years if I take consecutive courses. Then I'll quit work and finish off my licensing requirements. My husband was, well let's just say he was not extatic about the notion of me going back to school. In fact, if we were dealing with water temperatures and boiling water was a good reaction and cold water was a bad reaction, I would place his take somewhere in the Artic Ocean. Not that he doesn't actually have legitimate concerns.
Take, for instance, the fact that I have never taken a liking to any profession that I've been in. Despite the fact that my only professional experience has been in banking and higher education, I definitely have not found post graduate life to be rewarding. In fact, most of the time I am completely bored out of my mind (hence, blogging during the work day) and I have a hard time talking myself into a five day work week. If you think about it, the weekend sucks too, because there's always five more days after that and five more days after that. This shit supposedly goes on until a person retires. I don't think so, at least not with my current career path!
His concern is that I will tire of this new found profession and we will have wasted $20 g's on nothing. However, I have told him numerous times (like 40) the following facts:
1. My freshman year in college my major was Psychology, but at the time, I was under the impression that I would be able to make a legitimate living after 12 years of education. There was no way I was going to take out that many freakin' loans, which brings me to the next point...
2. The only reason I was a business major was because I thought it was the the only major in which I could do reasonably well and obtain a fairly good job post graduation. I didn't take to the curriculum and most of time, I had no idea what the professor was talking about. Thank goodness for group projects! Yea baby!
3. I actually had been researching graduate programs in the psychology field for almost a year, but failed to mention this to my husband. Reason being that there was no need to. The programs available each had about 126 prerequisites that I would have to fulfill even before applying for admission. Basically, they all sucked ball sack.
4. I have taken the Meyers-Briggs personality test twice and each time have come back with the same results, which are I (introvert), N (intuitive), T (thinking), P (perceptive). Not all that exciting huh? Well, there is a whoping 2% of the population that have this type of personality. I'm a human anomaly! I have totally been wondering the hell was the matter with me all my life! Now I know that the explanation is that I'm just weird! The stranger part is that my mother is also part of the 2%. Anways, the career paths of other abnormal people like myself center around teaching and counseling (which is scary if you think about it).
Recently, my husband has been warming up to the idea of furthering my education. Well, let's just say the water is luke warm now. Hypothetically, say the worst does happen and I finish school and decide that I don't want to become a counselor. I would still have a freakin' master's degree homie! I just want to tell him that I am not part of some mathmatical formula that fits perfectly into his life. I'm completely me; crazy, confident, insecure, kind, bitchy, sympathetic, overwhelming, pessimistic, a free spirit, impulsive, driven, pyscho and a clean freak. I don't think even Enstein himself could come up with an f-ing formula for me.
In unrelated news, I quite possibly did the worst thing a family member could do that is not illegal, immoral or just plain gross. I forgot to call my own brother on his 35th birthday. Who in the hell does that? There is no defense that I can come up with for this one. And actually, this is the second time it's happend. I deserve to be stoned (with rocks, not with plants)!
Now, you people will just have to be satisfied with tidbits of what is known as a grown up's life or what I like to refer to as "death after college." Actually, I may not be grown up for much longer because guess what?... I am going back to school!!! I finally have something to look forward to besides spreading f-ing tax returns, financial statements and analyzing the worthiness of a borrower's loan request. I am going to be working towards my (drum roll please) Master's in Psychology Counseling (ta-da)!
That's right! In a few years, I will be a licensed Marriage Family Therapist (a little unsettling isn't it?)
I will be keeping my full time employment while I'm going to school, which should take about 1.5 years if I take consecutive courses. Then I'll quit work and finish off my licensing requirements. My husband was, well let's just say he was not extatic about the notion of me going back to school. In fact, if we were dealing with water temperatures and boiling water was a good reaction and cold water was a bad reaction, I would place his take somewhere in the Artic Ocean. Not that he doesn't actually have legitimate concerns.
Take, for instance, the fact that I have never taken a liking to any profession that I've been in. Despite the fact that my only professional experience has been in banking and higher education, I definitely have not found post graduate life to be rewarding. In fact, most of the time I am completely bored out of my mind (hence, blogging during the work day) and I have a hard time talking myself into a five day work week. If you think about it, the weekend sucks too, because there's always five more days after that and five more days after that. This shit supposedly goes on until a person retires. I don't think so, at least not with my current career path!
His concern is that I will tire of this new found profession and we will have wasted $20 g's on nothing. However, I have told him numerous times (like 40) the following facts:
1. My freshman year in college my major was Psychology, but at the time, I was under the impression that I would be able to make a legitimate living after 12 years of education. There was no way I was going to take out that many freakin' loans, which brings me to the next point...
2. The only reason I was a business major was because I thought it was the the only major in which I could do reasonably well and obtain a fairly good job post graduation. I didn't take to the curriculum and most of time, I had no idea what the professor was talking about. Thank goodness for group projects! Yea baby!
3. I actually had been researching graduate programs in the psychology field for almost a year, but failed to mention this to my husband. Reason being that there was no need to. The programs available each had about 126 prerequisites that I would have to fulfill even before applying for admission. Basically, they all sucked ball sack.
4. I have taken the Meyers-Briggs personality test twice and each time have come back with the same results, which are I (introvert), N (intuitive), T (thinking), P (perceptive). Not all that exciting huh? Well, there is a whoping 2% of the population that have this type of personality. I'm a human anomaly! I have totally been wondering the hell was the matter with me all my life! Now I know that the explanation is that I'm just weird! The stranger part is that my mother is also part of the 2%. Anways, the career paths of other abnormal people like myself center around teaching and counseling (which is scary if you think about it).
Recently, my husband has been warming up to the idea of furthering my education. Well, let's just say the water is luke warm now. Hypothetically, say the worst does happen and I finish school and decide that I don't want to become a counselor. I would still have a freakin' master's degree homie! I just want to tell him that I am not part of some mathmatical formula that fits perfectly into his life. I'm completely me; crazy, confident, insecure, kind, bitchy, sympathetic, overwhelming, pessimistic, a free spirit, impulsive, driven, pyscho and a clean freak. I don't think even Enstein himself could come up with an f-ing formula for me.
In unrelated news, I quite possibly did the worst thing a family member could do that is not illegal, immoral or just plain gross. I forgot to call my own brother on his 35th birthday. Who in the hell does that? There is no defense that I can come up with for this one. And actually, this is the second time it's happend. I deserve to be stoned (with rocks, not with plants)!
posted by Martha | 2:24 PM
3 Comments:
Dude, how are you not an extrovert???? I am ESTJ....I would have sworn you were pretty close to that.
On another note, congrats on the post graduate plan...it's going to suck so bad that you will want to pull your hair out, and then put it back in just to pull back out. But it will be worth it in the end.
Is your marraige counseling going to include throwing their rings at each other, and dumping Wendy's frostys all over the other person? ;)
just kidding, you will be great!!!!
Dude, I have no freakin' clue.
I'm so excited to start school though. I think it's going to be a lot tougher than I imagine and I will have no life for a while, but I hope it will be worth it too.
Hey, not only will my marriage counseling include the Wendy's and ring throwing, but also a step by step program on how to be the most wasted bride's maid ever!
Awesome! That is what I like to hear!
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