Fire burn and cauldron bubble

Yes, can we talk about what a great idea the water cooler remains? And now that we’re grown-ups the title has so much more meaning. It’s like a non-gender-segregated siblinghood of the traveling skorts. Remember skorts?

After a crazy commencement week, I am finally resting at home. Before I left California my aunt in Stockton threw a huge party to celebrate my graduation, complete with rented tables, tons of deliciously unhealthy food, and a bounce house for the kids. You read that right, a bounce house. It was really fun (despite the kids), especially since I don’t get to see my Bay Area family that often, but between the sad Stanford goodbyes and the moving away and the driving around it also left me EXHAUSTED. I’m sure everyone reading this can relate. Well, maybe not to the bounce house part because that’s just awesome me, but to the exhaustion.

So currently I’m at home in Texas, boiling (hence the Shakespeare reference) and hanging out with my mom. She has dial-up now, so I can email all I want as long as I don’t block the phone line for too long. Haha, 20th century bliss! 18th century, bite me. I’m excited to come back PA so I can finally live in my new apartment with Nora/Dina (and stop paying empty rent). My lab manager job officially starts August 6th, and I’m beginning to think this whole “adult” thing looks good on me. Except yesterday I asked my mom if I should start saving for retirement and she literally laughed in my face. Oh, and the only bad thing about the job is that I’m already facing some awkward-turtle conversations before I’ve even started, like about the two-week full-time UNPAID training period before the official start date. In the words of Dr. Reed from the hit sitcom Scrubs which I watch a million episodes of every day while in Houston (highly recommended), “What the frick!?” Two weeks without pay. Um, no.

It’s great to see happy posts coming from all of you. Lauren, you are amazing. Good luck, Happy Birthday, and congratulations on a fantastic application of the phrase “poop on them.”

*manda