Culture Clash

Entering any new environment inevitably requires an adaptation of attitude, no matter how small. Tomorrow I begin my first day at Air & Radiation. Transitioning from laboratories and lecture halls to going to work in an office setting requires one to alter their dress code appropriately. To do so Mom and I paid a visit to the mall to shop for fancy new clothes--I needed something to replace the two pairs hole ridden khakis I've been wearing since high school.

Spending this much time has reminded me or better yet it has shed light on how much independence I've become accustomed to and how much I loathe Mom's incessant heckling. I've been doing my own thing for about a year and I'm not interested in being told at, 20 years, to make my bed early every morning, wash dishes etc. She thinks that if she didn't tell me these things i wouldn't do them. . . and she's quite right. I would go months without such chores back at N. Smith Hall, and I liked it that way! I also don't like being told how to eat, drink, stand, or walk. Oh god, I wish I was kidding in regards to the last four things.

I got a call from former roommate today.....
Craig: How was your date with Maria?
Me: It went well, I think we have a lot in common. I like her.
Craig: So, did you take her back home and fuck her like an animal.
Me: Ewww! No. I only went out with her because she bought me breakfast and I felt like I owed her for last time.
Craig: Aww, I think she's the kind of girl who really needs someone to just give it to her ya know, and you're always bitching about not getting laid.
Me: No way.
Craig: If she's desperate you could probably get her to do anything you want.
Me: I just want her to go home to TX. Dude, she had a mustache. I shaved before the date and I'm supposed to have facial hair. What's her excuse?