Random Update
So Mo and Eva and Stasha and I watched "Moulin Rouge" tonight. It was nice. :) Stasha and Mo had never seen it, so I managed to restrain most of my random urges to comment on various production things.
It was nice to hang out with Mo. Sometimes I think we don't really get along, but I honestly think that was mostly some combination of my own paranoia and the stupid Vassar "nothing exists in its context" thing. Look, everyone, it's the new social trend -- deconstructionist gossip. :P
In the rest of my life...
I'm thinking of selling the Baby Behemoth (my 1986 Volvo 286 stationwagon) and getting myself another wagon. I'm currently waffling between the VW Passat and the Outback. I don't really need to replace the Behemoth, but it really doesn't like cold weather, so if I'm planning on moving to Boston, I should probably get a car that can take it.
I went to the CDO (the Career Development Office) today. I had a nice interview with a very clueful lady, and it looks like there might be some hope for my job prospects after all, despite all the rather depressing reports that this is the worst time in ten years for new college graduates to get jobs. (SUCK!) Her rather intelligent suggestion was that I try to get a job with a university in Boston working Help Desk, since I enjoy that work, and it'd bring the benefits package that I want/need. (Good insurance, free education -- those are the biggies.) So what I have to do now is rewrite my resume (which is a total shambles, but not apparently irredeemable) and start looking for job postings in Boston area schools. The Nice Lady suggested that I try to find a list of ten places I want to apply and get the correct contact info, and then come back in so we can write cover letters.
Work sucks. Yet it's somehow very inspirational -- in that "This is what I went to college to *not* have to do for the rest of my life" kind of way. Have I mentioned that I hate filing? I've got huge papercuts all over my hands -- I can't even hold a book one-handed anymore because I've got papercuts(!) all over my thumbs and wind up hitting them against the pages. I suppose it comes from working with staples all day. But I did accomplish something useful these last two days. They finally let me near a computer, so in two days I went through about 1,000 files and got about half of them back into circulation. (We had all this stuff from all these people who weren't in the system yet, but we were so swamped by new stuff that no one had time to go back through that stuff and see if any of them had made it into the system yet. So I did that. Go me.) You know, it's kind of sad when that's the best thing I've accomplished in a month of working there. I suppose I should be proud of the fact that I'm apparently the only person they've ever had working there that could keep on top of the filing and the mail *and* do all the other stuff they try to get me to do, but somehow that's just too pathetic for pride.
I'm supposed to be studying for a Latin exam right now. I have to know 8 chapters of Latin by tomorrow at 4 pm. I've got 4 of them pretty much down, but those last four are the ones with all the hard stuff in them. I'm trying really hard to not panic, and I'm so calm that I'm not sure I'm not deeply panicked in some way. (There's something wrong with that, I'm sure.) So now I suppose I should go get my Latin book and a cup of tea and go off and try to figure out how to cram all this shit into my head in 19 hours when I couldn't do it in a semester.
It was nice to hang out with Mo. Sometimes I think we don't really get along, but I honestly think that was mostly some combination of my own paranoia and the stupid Vassar "nothing exists in its context" thing. Look, everyone, it's the new social trend -- deconstructionist gossip. :P
In the rest of my life...
I'm thinking of selling the Baby Behemoth (my 1986 Volvo 286 stationwagon) and getting myself another wagon. I'm currently waffling between the VW Passat and the Outback. I don't really need to replace the Behemoth, but it really doesn't like cold weather, so if I'm planning on moving to Boston, I should probably get a car that can take it.
I went to the CDO (the Career Development Office) today. I had a nice interview with a very clueful lady, and it looks like there might be some hope for my job prospects after all, despite all the rather depressing reports that this is the worst time in ten years for new college graduates to get jobs. (SUCK!) Her rather intelligent suggestion was that I try to get a job with a university in Boston working Help Desk, since I enjoy that work, and it'd bring the benefits package that I want/need. (Good insurance, free education -- those are the biggies.) So what I have to do now is rewrite my resume (which is a total shambles, but not apparently irredeemable) and start looking for job postings in Boston area schools. The Nice Lady suggested that I try to find a list of ten places I want to apply and get the correct contact info, and then come back in so we can write cover letters.
Work sucks. Yet it's somehow very inspirational -- in that "This is what I went to college to *not* have to do for the rest of my life" kind of way. Have I mentioned that I hate filing? I've got huge papercuts all over my hands -- I can't even hold a book one-handed anymore because I've got papercuts(!) all over my thumbs and wind up hitting them against the pages. I suppose it comes from working with staples all day. But I did accomplish something useful these last two days. They finally let me near a computer, so in two days I went through about 1,000 files and got about half of them back into circulation. (We had all this stuff from all these people who weren't in the system yet, but we were so swamped by new stuff that no one had time to go back through that stuff and see if any of them had made it into the system yet. So I did that. Go me.) You know, it's kind of sad when that's the best thing I've accomplished in a month of working there. I suppose I should be proud of the fact that I'm apparently the only person they've ever had working there that could keep on top of the filing and the mail *and* do all the other stuff they try to get me to do, but somehow that's just too pathetic for pride.
I'm supposed to be studying for a Latin exam right now. I have to know 8 chapters of Latin by tomorrow at 4 pm. I've got 4 of them pretty much down, but those last four are the ones with all the hard stuff in them. I'm trying really hard to not panic, and I'm so calm that I'm not sure I'm not deeply panicked in some way. (There's something wrong with that, I'm sure.) So now I suppose I should go get my Latin book and a cup of tea and go off and try to figure out how to cram all this shit into my head in 19 hours when I couldn't do it in a semester.