Guess What?!?

No I'm not engaged, you sickos.
Why is it that lately whenever I ask someone that question, people just automatically assume that I'm getting married? It drives me nuts, but that's another post entirely. Anyway, my actual good news is this:


Dear Alicia:

We are delighted to inform you that you have been admitted to Brigham Young University to begin Fall 2008. Through your preparation and personal achievements you have distinguished yourself from a very strong group of applicants. We believe you will make a positive contribution to the BYU community. It is a great pleasure to welcome you to our campus to pursue your educational goals.

We look forward to having you on campus. We encourage you to maintain the standards outlined in the University's Honor Code. You are to be commended for your accomplishments!

Warmest regards,

R. Kirk Strong
Director of Admission Services


Yep. Its true. I'm going to BYU.

Whenever I tell anyone this, they all ask the same questions, so here are the questions and my answers, in case you wondered:

Q: What is your major?
A: I don't know.

Q: Where are you going to live?
A: I don't know.

Q: When are you leaving?
A: I don't know.

Q: Where are you going to work?
A: I don't know.

Q: What classes are you going to take?
A: I don't know.

Q: What made you decide to go to BYU?
A: I don't know.

Q: When are you going to figure any of this out?
A: Ya, you guessed it - I don't know.


So, basically I have no idea what I'm doing, all I know is that for some reason I'm supposed to go to BYU. How exactly do I feel about this? Let me try to describe:

I feel excited, scared, nervous, happy, terrified, grateful, cheerful, uneasy, joyful, concerned, glad, tense, stressed, delighted, agitated, pleased, distressed, alarmed, and anxious. And that's just how I feel at this moment. It's complicated.

And to top it all off, I just received a call from a girl I worked with at my old job. Let me give you some background first:

I used to work at a Physical Therapy office and it wasn't the greatest job in the world, but I really loved it there. The people were I worked with were great, I loved interacting with my patients, they were training me to do tech work during slow times at the front desk, the hours were good, I got benefits, and I was good at what I did. To make a long story short, they closed my branch in the beginning of January and I got laid off.
I now work for a CPA, and in my desperation to get a job after being laid off, I took a major pay cut and now work with crabby people who expect me to have been born with an internal and extensive knowledge of all things accounting, which I was obviously not blessed with, I get no benefits and am always given the dumbest and most pointless tasks and am treated like an idiot if I do even the tiniest thing wrong.
Basically, it kinda sucks, but has been getting better over time. I have been kinda happy though that I will be leaving in a few months and can find a new job.

So, enough background, back to my story: Yvonne called me this afternoon from the Physical Therapy office(she worked at the other branch, the one that didn't close), and after catching up for a few minutes, she informed me that she had found a better job and was looking for someone to replace her. Since I was already trained and knew everyone and they already knew they liked me, I could basically have my old job back, no questions asked.

Ouch.

I could have gone back to a real pay check, people I like, and be able to do something I like and am actually good at.

Oh, the cruel ironies of life.

I know without a doubt that I'm supposed to go to BYU next semester, so I turned it down. Not nice, not fair.
I really didn't mean for this post to turn into me whining, but I'm a little bummed that I can't go back. I mean, the PT office wasn't perfect by any means, but I was happy there, and I obviously have mixed emotions about going to BYU. I know that that's where I'm supposed to be, but I don't know why I'm supposed to be there. It just better be a dang good reason, that's all I'm sayin.

I know this post is getting ridiculously long, and if I haven't bored you to tears yet and you are still devotedly reading, either you love me much more than I deserve, or you are laughing at my pathetic life and the reasons I find to whine. Either way, let me conclude with this, I'm planning on going to Provo next weekend to scout out apartments and jobs and talk to a counselor.

Hopefully I will find an amazingly adorable and ridiculously cheap place to live, a fantastic job, and decide a major, at which point the PT job will become a thing of the past and I will be able to confidently answer everyone's questions.

Cross your fingers for me.