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Jane, Plant Killer Extraordinaire

I have two bosses. Sweet Boss and Feisty Boss, who is also sweet but somewhat feistier than Sweet Boss.

Feisty Boss (Image credit Microsoft Office Clip Art)

Sweet Boss (Image credit Microsoft Office Clip Art)

Sweet Boss invited me to order out for lunch with the rest of the gang last week. I had to decline because, unfortunately, I can’t afford to order lunch from a restaurant, even if it is the fast food (a.k.a. cheaper) version of restaurant cuisine–homemade meals are so much more budget-friendly, don’t you agree?

Sweet Boss now thinks that I’m anti-social and a liar, but she had the good grace not to say so to my face.

Feisty Boss makes me water her plants when she’s away. I am not a plant person and I have no idea how much water is “not enough”, “just right”, or “OMG don’t drown it for God’s sake!”

Last week, Feisty Boss asked me to water her plants, so I did. But I did it wrong. When I got to work today, Feisty Boss asked me if I had even watered the plants at all.

“Yes,” I said. “I watered all the plants.” I pointed to which plants I had watered.

“Hmm…” said Feisty Boss.

“This one,” she said, pointing to the one I watered last, when the water in the watering can was getting low, “This one didn’t get enough water and it was looking almost dead this morning when I got to work.”

“Oh my,” said I. “I made sure to water that plant.” (After I checked to be sure it wasn’t a plastic plant. Because there are plastic plants ALL OVER this campus. Because why not, right?)

I’m not in trouble for being broke and/or anti-social or (nearly) killing my boss’s plant. But trust me, you do NOT want me in charge of your office greenery. John now, he’s another story. Make him do it.

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I had a job, or why I didn’t go to college before I had kids

I had a job straight out of high school at a local fast food restaurant. It was a decent job for someone my age that had no job skills or work experience and it carried me through that first summer as an official adult. It was hard work, but they had to pay me to be there, right?

When fall rolled around that year, I registered for a Calculus class and an English class at my local community college. My parents made too much money for me to receive any kind of Pell Grant-thing and no one had talked to me about scholarships, so I hadn’t applied for any. I ‘borrowed’ money from my parents–I should probably pay them back someday–to take those two courses, but I hardly ever went to class.

Lucky me, the instructors still practiced instructor-initiated withdrawal (they don’t any more) because I would have failed both classes if my professors hadn’t had me withdrawn from their classes. Something about me rarely coming to class, never having my homework done (when I did bother to show up), and missing all the test days must have tipped them off that if no one was making me do it, it wasn’t going to get done.

My first semester of college was a total flop.

Fail

The next spring, I got married. I kept working, but had no real interest in attending college and my then-husband (now ex) had no interest in supporting my decisions regarding college or anything else. Then I got pregnant and then divorced before the baby turned 1. I kept working, but by that time, I was feeling a stronger interest in attending college, but with no idea how to go about it.

My roommate/co-worker was taking a college-level accounting class and I was interested in the material she was learning. I may have flipped through her textbook a few times. Which may or may not have made me more interested in this whole accounting-thing.

And now, 11 years later, I’m attending college. I’ve almost got my 4-year degree in Accounting (just 10 classes to go!). And then I can get a real job. Just like a grownup.

P.S. After the lovely employees of my local financial aid office sent a  scathing polite email to our parent university, requesting an updated timeline, my appeal was reviewed and approved. I’m saved! I finally received my funding on Friday, which is good, since I spent the money for the electric bill on all the textbooks.

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