Tuesday, July 27, 2010
I think my diploma came in the mail on Saturday. Haven't opened it. I don't want. Somehow the prospect is... well, it's a little depressing since I'm doing nothing remotely related to what I just spent the past 2 1/2 years, not to mention what feels like a gazillion dollars, studying. I'm not too upset, I think, about how my career--really lack of a career--has shaped up thus far. I'm working at two places I really like; one is a great social outlet and fun and the other has the potential to turn into some very marketable skills. I certainly won't be the first body to go into something unrelated to all of the schoolin' I've been doin'. Still... this 8 1/2 x 11 cardboard envelope, sent first class mail and hand stamped "DO NOT CRUSH"... I'd rather not open it just now.
Besides, I totally recognize that my unwillingness to move from the city of Seattle has hampered my ability to get work in my field. It's a failing that I have. Not wanting to move. For work. For a career. I know this and I accept it. Not that I'm absolutely against uprooting myself, but if I don't have to I don't want to. I like it here. I like being able to live in an affordable (so far) city that still offers a great amount of culture and people and food and a temperate climate. Even if it gets a bit unbearable every few years... this past spring was a doozy. And how.
Ok. I opened it. Pretty vellum diploma. Official transcripts, too. 3.898 GPA. (Darn that B in Cataloging and Classification.) Ugh. Kinda wish I'd left it unopened for a few more days. I wasn't ready to see that.
Yeah. Definitely not ready.