11 December 2013
1119 hrs
Ladies out there, here is a question for you . . .
What, in
your minds, is the appropriate waiting period before the man with whom YOU broke up, moves on and
begins seeing another woman? What about
those men simply engaging in flirtatious behavior, but fully intending, no punches
pulled, to take it as far as it will go?
Is there an
appropriate “grieving period?” If so,
how long, and what are your reasons? Is
it arbitrary, or is there a specific time frame agreed upon by females, females
and males, and/or society in general?
Does this time-frame work across the board? Is there a double standard- meaning, is it different
by sex? Or is it based on a relationship-by-relationship basis? What if YOU suddenly meet someone interesting who takes your mind off the man you just left? Does the grieving period suddenly become truncated at that point?
Men, I pose to you
the same questions. Feel free to comment on altered situations, i.e., if you are the one who does the breaking, and/or you are the one who finds an interesting lady-friend. I also pose the same questions to my gay and lesbian friends out there; how do your opinions apply here? I am truly curious, and I think Patient Reader would like to know the results of this pertinent (yet admittedly non-scientific) survey, and I will post everyone's comments on the blog once I
receive enough quantitative data.
As for the
rest of the story:
It’s finals
week, supposedly, but thanks to the untimely snowstorm here in the PAC NW, and
the fact that the area is without any snow-removal equipment (despite the fact
that salt is cheap, and that the local economy must have lost millions of
dollars when the city was shut down), final exams just keep getting pushed
back.
I have one
last final to take. This one is in math,
wherein I was to take a make-up exam on Friday last, and the final today at
1000 hrs. Nothing doing. As of now there is no real set time for
either. Academics, you see, is played by
ear, it seems. Serious education, folks.
And then:
So I get an
influenza vaccination back in early November at the school clinic, where one
would think it would be the cheapest in town, considering the campus surely
must be packed with starving students . . .
I mean the college is no U Penn, or Harvard . . .
$25. Yup. A
quarter C-note for something I should have gone to the free clinic and gotten
for, well, you know. And as I am one of
the aforementioned starving students, and having run out of financial aid and
loan dollars months ago (3 months rent, tuition and all other bills come out of
that quarterly stipend), I was without said $25.
So I get an
email stating the school has dropped my registration for Winter Term, which
means I don’t get my funds, because after all, why fund someone who is not
registered in school? Because I don’t
have the $25. Could they move that
charge over to Winter Term and take it out of the rest of the fees I will owe
then? Sure they could. Would they?
Of course not. I cannot register while this $25 balance is outstanding.
This means
no rent money, which could potentially spell out Homelessness for me. All because of a lousy $25. Sheesh. More to come as it plays out. Wish me luck, dear and Patient Reader. I vow that this is not the end of it!
The Cunning (?) Fennec Fox
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