Hannah's school is having a Father-Daughter Valentine Dance tonight and here is Hannah all ready to go. She picked the dress out herself. It has a scratchy petticoat under it that I think will probably drive her insane before the night is over. Between that scratching and reaching up under her dress to hyke her tights up... her ladylike manners leave something to be desired. I say let them twist and complain about those tights now because once you become an adult..... I guess you're supposed to suffer in silence through that kind of thing. You don't know how many times I used to wear pantyhose to work and would've loved nothing better than to just hyke up my skirt, scream argh and twist and pull those things back to a comfortable position. I know pantyhose and tights were invented by some evil, wretched person.
My niece, Ariel, received some fabulous news yesterday. She has been accepted into the UNE College of Osteopathic Medicine program. Holy shit! We are going to have a doctor in our family. Can you imagine? It truly kind of blows my mind because it's one of those things you dream of when they are little but wonder if it will really come true. Ariel has worked her ass off through 4 years of Boston University and then an accelerated program at Brandeis and now she's off to medical school for another 4 years.
The dedication some people have to their chosen profession is amazing. I didn't aspire to do much more than customer service for almost 16 years and I was happy with that. It's funny how some people have the drive to do more. One time I had a job that lasted a day (stop laughing!) at a factory that made medical supplies. My first day on the job, I was assigned to put a piece of cotton in a plastic widget thingy and then put the widget thingy into a glass tube and then put it in a box. When the box was full, someone removed it and put another empty box in its place. Another someone else was responsible to make sure the cotton box, the widget box and the glass tube box were never empty. The job never was finished. I couldn't stand it. When the break bell rang, someone hit a big shut down button and everything stopped. We all filed into the break room, standing around in our white coats smoking butts. When the break was over we went back to our jobs and at the end of our day, the next shift came in and took over. I didn't go back after the first day. I would have gone insane doing that job with no end in sight. Please don't think I'm uppity. I know there are people who do those kinds of jobs and bless them for doing so. There are just some jobs I wouldn't like to do.