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Home Alone II Tuesday. 7.3.07 10:49 pm There is officially too much good stuff in my house. Before my parents left, they purchased two pints of ice cream, a box of vanilla Jojos, and container of gingersnaps, not to mention that they had made chocolate chip cookies. They took none of this stuff with them. For my part, I bought a box of Slim Fast snack bars and a 78% cacao bar last week. Yesterday, my best friend dropped off a Cadbury bar from her boyfriend's last apology offering. Now, I am supposed to be on a "diet"... how do you imagine that's going? Especially, since I just bought that jar of Nutella, and two more chocolate bars this evening. Who want's to bet that I'll be 200 lbs by Friday? Today was an interesting day. I work two sets of lessons on Tuesdays, but I have a five hour gap in between, so I decided I'd stop by my financial planner's office on the way home from work and put some more money in my mutual fund. Now, let me tell you something that I definately did not know before: puting money in your mutual fund is not like putting money in your checking account. I was expecting to go up to the receptionist, hand her a check, exchange some nice words, and leave. That is apparently not how things go down. Instead, I walk up to the lady, tell her my name, and start to spell my surname when she coos, "Ooooh, so you're Heidi. My, but I don't believe we've met. I'm Lorna. Come back and speak to Kerry [financial planner] a moment. I imagine he'll want to meet you." I had not stepped foot inside this office since I was twelve, when I first decided I wanted a mutual fund. Dan was our financial planner then, not that I would have been able to tell him apart from this guy. Usually, my dad just takes in checks for my account when he goes to talk about one of his, as he is my financial custodian. Anyway, Mr. Financial Planner sits me down and shuts the door. I am quite afraid. Is he going to yell at me about not contributing more to my account? Try and make me open a new one? Confront me about that one time in third grade when I peed my pants? Rather, he tells me a few technical things about where he plans to put my money, and proceeds to interrogate me about my life. How are my parents? Where do I work? How do I like SPU (yes, he knew where I was going to school, and my year)? What major had I selected? This is where things get very interesting. I tell Mr. Financial Planner that I'm a political science major, and that I plan to work for the State Department. Apparently, his brother is a recently-retired career diplomat, which is what I want to be. For the next ten to fifteen minutes, he decided to become my career advisor. "Taking the foreign service exam is like applying to Harvard," he said, "For every one-hundred people that apply, they only have five spots. All one-hundred people can be well-qualified, but in the end, they only have five spots." From there, he proceeded to lecture me about how it would be a better plan to get some work experiece first, since I'm only going to be 20 when I graduate, anyway, especially if I can get a job with the CIA or DEA and transfer into the State Department. As pissed as I was that he was basically telling me that I was not up for the challenge of pursuing my dream, my way, he was totally spot-on. I loved talking to, or at least listening to, someone who understands my area of passion. Plus, if i work for the CIA for a while, I can probably get my grad school tuition paid for, or at least reimbursed. Yay! Ok, so new life plan: Graduate from SPU, get some contacts in the CIA Get grad degree in Middle Eastern Studies, emphasis on Persia, while working for the CIA. Transfer into the State Department when my contract is up. Proceed to take over the world. Oh, and somewhere in there, have some kids and raise chickens. Yep. It's all gonna work out. Just you wait. Better suck up to me now. For tomorrow's special, Independence Day Extravaganza, blog-- what would you like to hear about? Your choices are: A) Life in the Ghetto B) Army Wives in the Media (and how I almost became one) C) Why I don't Blog about Politics Or, since you all seemed to take such and interest in my shopping list yesterday: D) Adventures in Cooking kz! Let me know! I'm off to watch Platoon. 4 Comments. Education doesn't get you very far these days... I talked to this Apple store employee who said when he told the mall managers about his five year degree or whatever, they said he could work in Jamba Juice, Starbucks, or the Apple store. :S Scary. Maybe you should.... share the love (food)... Fat friends make you look skinnier. :P » randomjunk on 2007-07-04 04:45:14 Clearly, you too are a bad-ass mother fucker. That's so awesome about the CIA. They were always recruiting at my school. Do you know any Arabic? I only know a litle bit: Allein-wu-sahlen, ana Zanzibar. Fursa sa-eeda. Hada-hey towela-ii. Hello, my name is Zanzibar. A pleasure to meet you. That is my table. I think. My dad almost went into the state department. He suggests you have an internship there some summer. At the time my dad was an international relations, russian major type guy. I think it would be pretty sweet. What luck that you found that financial planner guy. I wanted to be an astronaut, and then I found a guy who'd been in the process of becoming an astronaut for like 17 years. And after he described what it was like, I was like, "aw, hell naw" and even though at the time I was disappointed, now I'm really grateful because he showed me the right direction, and now I might work for NASA on the science side: all the cool mission patches, none of the grueling 15-year training programs and being away from your family. I want to hear about Army Wives in the Media. » Zanzibar on 2007-07-04 09:43:46 Happy 4th of July. :) » Princess_00 on 2007-07-04 02:30:01 One thing I've learned is that when you want some chocolate, it's nowhere to be found. When you're avoid it, it's all over the place. » money4blogging on 2007-07-04 10:37:02 Sorry, you do not have permission to comment. If you are a member, try logging in again or accessing this page here.