Boredom and post-mortems
September already, and now the weather is starting to get warmer. I don't understand the seasons anymore.
This weekend was a bit of a nothingness. On Saturday, I spent my first day officially researching my PhD at the museum, which felt good. Legitimate at last. I took some excellent photos of some of the mummified heads I will be working on (anyone who is interested, I will send you an email) and did some digging around in the archives. Over the past few years, I have become very attached to Bolton Museum and its collection, and it seems right that I should base my studies there.
I had to go to the bank to sort out paying for the course in the morning, where the bank clerk asked me a) if I had an Indiana Jones hat and b) if I was like Rachel Weisz in the mummy (i.e. clumsy). He did give me the massive loan I wanted though, so I shouldn't laugh at him.
Sunday should have been a day of walking near Pendle Hill, and it was an excellent day to do it, but I had to go and find some clothes to wear for this wedding on the 19th. I am a bad clothes shopper, particularly when I resent having to buy the clothes in the first place. I was in a terrible mood by the time I got home. I found no clothes, by the way.
On Monday I found a lovely ball gown in a charity shop which I intend to wear for my friend Maureen's birthday do - a posh picnic in the park! I am so excited.
Work has been the most incredibly dull thing this week - I have very little to do, and just keep imagining what I could be doing if I could concentrate on my PhD and not have to work to pay for it. I also can't get hold of my supervisor to organise the post-mortem, which is very frustrating. I think this will become a regular feature of my life over the next four years. I am apprenhensive about going to another post-mortem as it is, but I will do it, and I also think I could do with some anatomy lessons - a lot of what I am dealing with are dismembered body parts, and I need to be able to identify particular features without saying 'that bit just inside the neck' or 'that weird little notch on the back of the skull'. How professional!!
This weekend was a bit of a nothingness. On Saturday, I spent my first day officially researching my PhD at the museum, which felt good. Legitimate at last. I took some excellent photos of some of the mummified heads I will be working on (anyone who is interested, I will send you an email) and did some digging around in the archives. Over the past few years, I have become very attached to Bolton Museum and its collection, and it seems right that I should base my studies there.
I had to go to the bank to sort out paying for the course in the morning, where the bank clerk asked me a) if I had an Indiana Jones hat and b) if I was like Rachel Weisz in the mummy (i.e. clumsy). He did give me the massive loan I wanted though, so I shouldn't laugh at him.
Sunday should have been a day of walking near Pendle Hill, and it was an excellent day to do it, but I had to go and find some clothes to wear for this wedding on the 19th. I am a bad clothes shopper, particularly when I resent having to buy the clothes in the first place. I was in a terrible mood by the time I got home. I found no clothes, by the way.
On Monday I found a lovely ball gown in a charity shop which I intend to wear for my friend Maureen's birthday do - a posh picnic in the park! I am so excited.
Work has been the most incredibly dull thing this week - I have very little to do, and just keep imagining what I could be doing if I could concentrate on my PhD and not have to work to pay for it. I also can't get hold of my supervisor to organise the post-mortem, which is very frustrating. I think this will become a regular feature of my life over the next four years. I am apprenhensive about going to another post-mortem as it is, but I will do it, and I also think I could do with some anatomy lessons - a lot of what I am dealing with are dismembered body parts, and I need to be able to identify particular features without saying 'that bit just inside the neck' or 'that weird little notch on the back of the skull'. How professional!!