The title is just a list of ways to turn me down.

Also I didn't get into the school I wanted.  

And I've received a lot of support from my people. But this one definitely takes the cake.

Obvious next step:  Have my eloquent writer friend write me a letter of recommendation to my next school.

From: The Winery
Sent: 1/30/2013 3:35 PM
To: [email protected]
Subject: Shipping to Massachusetts

Hello Whitney,

The State of Massachusetts does not allow wine shipments from other states.

Kind Regards,

The Winery
www.thewineryonline.com
212-222-4866
257 West 116th St.
NY, NY 10026
Open 7 days 1 pm to 10 pm

On Jan 30, 2013, at 3:39 PM, Ms. Soup <[email protected]> wrote:

Ugh - another reason to move back to NY.

Thank you.

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From: The Winery <[email protected]>
To: Ms. Soup <[email protected]> 
Sent: Wednesday, January 30, 2013 3:50 PM
Subject: Re: Shipping to Massachusetts

We feel your pain. 

All the best,

The Winery
www.thewineryonline.com
212-222-4866
257 West 116th St.
NY, NY 10026
Open 7 days 1 pm to 10 pm

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I played Classic Hooky yesterday.  Thought I'd spend the day putting in some Me Time.  That led me to good ole Target.  Where I bought me a juicer.  Then I bought the following ingredients to juice:

Juiced them.  Broke the juicer / Juicer broke on its own.  Rinsed out juicer.  Re-boxed juicer.  Scotch-taped lid down because re-boxing is an impossible thing to do.  Went back to Target to return juicer.  Returned home.  Ate a Celeste pizza for one.  Felt like a queen.

Story's not over.  Still had 2 bottles of juice left undrank.  Drank them this morning before work.  Got sick on the way to work.  Almost vomited when I got to work.  An hour before my performance review meeting with my supervisor.  Meeting happened.  Still feel sick.  Filled with regret.  And juice, because I never vomited.  

Currently not enjoying my lunch as much as I could be.

• Number One.)  Working where I work.  For a bunch of dysfunctionals at an adult nursery.  (For a bunch of professors at a graduate school of education.)
  
  
• Number Two.)  Nope. That's it.  I'm perfect otherwise.

I'll paint a picture for you, called, A Day in the Life at the Adult Nursery a.k.a. the Graduate School of Education.

To my left, I hear, "Have you seen Tom Brady's house?  I mean, who needs a house like that?  He's so full of himself."

To my right, "My teenage son is smoking MARIJUANA!"  Sobs and Cries. Repeats. 

Right in front of me, a graduate student whom I'm very not attracted to, "So tell me about yourself."  I answer, "I've worked here since...blah blah blah." He goes, "No, I mean, what about your social life?"  I tell him, "I have friends."  Later, he asks, "Are you engaged?" While pointing to the ring on my middle finger.  I reply, "No. Have a great semester."  He says, with confidence, "I'll be stopping by [absolutely unnecessarily] every so often."