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It's been a while since I've posted, so I will try to make up for it with sheer volumes of prose. I started working at the Geoscience Map Library at Princeton this week. It has subsequently stolen all of time and energy. Not that I mind having something to do, or earning some money, but...bah! I have this deep-seated dislike of being directly at someone else's beck and call. It makes me feel like someone's hamster.
Before I get into talking about stuff that happened today, let's all take a moment of silence for yesterday. Yesterday was a bad day, in proportions nigh unto biblical. Granted, some of it was my fault. If I had taken Sudafed in the morning, I would have been less cranky, but still. It wasn't my fault that I was told to stop doing some mildly interesting map repairs and turn myself into a copying and pasting data entry machine. We have maps for every city in Japan - every city! It's a small island, my friends, but it has a LOT of cities.
And then, it was most definitely not my fault that my flip-flop broke on the way home, to the point of being unusable. I still had a good 15 minutes of strolling through trendy downtown Princeton, now barefoot, because one flipflop looks really weird. Not only must I contend with sore feet and some very odd looks, it's cicada season. There are squished cicadas all over the sidewalk. It's disgusting, even when you're wearing shoes. In case you were wondering, it's absolutely revolting barefoot. And to all you people in Princeton who think it's really cool to have gravel driveways? It's not. You're all losers. And I hope that reading this about yourselves makes you cry. :-P
So after having tiptoed laboriously around the nastiness, I arrived only to realize that I was late, and I had a hungry audience awaiting my arrival and the dinner I would put on the table for them. They were singularly unimpressed with the trials I had endured. After dinner I sat around feeling lonely, and angst ridden, and sorry for myself, and generally exhausted. Ok, so this sounds like just another rant post (not that I rant that often), but it felt biblical, man.
Today was considerably better (although still no sudafed, because I'm an idiot). I made a conscious effort not to let my boss's anxiety get to me, which helped a lot. I wore sneakers, which also helped a lot. And I bought myself pizza during lunch, instead of eating the same old boring homemade sandwich I always have, which is key.
So what is going on besides work? Not too much, I'm afraid. It's Princeton's reunion weekend, so campus is full of tents and old people in funny orange jackets. I hope to catch a glimpse of the fireworks, but nothing else that's exciting. Saw some friends from home - sat by a fountain on a beautiful evening, drinking iced coffee and complaining about boys - it was lovely. As more drift in, I hope to hang out more often. And someday, in the bright, hazy future, my real job will start.
Well, it wasn't volumes, but I spend all day around computers...cut me some slack! :-P
Current Irrational Desire: to know what is inside the package that is currently waiting for me in the oh so conveniently located mailroom - in the UC. Grrrrrrrr.
Before I get into talking about stuff that happened today, let's all take a moment of silence for yesterday. Yesterday was a bad day, in proportions nigh unto biblical. Granted, some of it was my fault. If I had taken Sudafed in the morning, I would have been less cranky, but still. It wasn't my fault that I was told to stop doing some mildly interesting map repairs and turn myself into a copying and pasting data entry machine. We have maps for every city in Japan - every city! It's a small island, my friends, but it has a LOT of cities.
And then, it was most definitely not my fault that my flip-flop broke on the way home, to the point of being unusable. I still had a good 15 minutes of strolling through trendy downtown Princeton, now barefoot, because one flipflop looks really weird. Not only must I contend with sore feet and some very odd looks, it's cicada season. There are squished cicadas all over the sidewalk. It's disgusting, even when you're wearing shoes. In case you were wondering, it's absolutely revolting barefoot. And to all you people in Princeton who think it's really cool to have gravel driveways? It's not. You're all losers. And I hope that reading this about yourselves makes you cry. :-P
So after having tiptoed laboriously around the nastiness, I arrived only to realize that I was late, and I had a hungry audience awaiting my arrival and the dinner I would put on the table for them. They were singularly unimpressed with the trials I had endured. After dinner I sat around feeling lonely, and angst ridden, and sorry for myself, and generally exhausted. Ok, so this sounds like just another rant post (not that I rant that often), but it felt biblical, man.
Today was considerably better (although still no sudafed, because I'm an idiot). I made a conscious effort not to let my boss's anxiety get to me, which helped a lot. I wore sneakers, which also helped a lot. And I bought myself pizza during lunch, instead of eating the same old boring homemade sandwich I always have, which is key.
So what is going on besides work? Not too much, I'm afraid. It's Princeton's reunion weekend, so campus is full of tents and old people in funny orange jackets. I hope to catch a glimpse of the fireworks, but nothing else that's exciting. Saw some friends from home - sat by a fountain on a beautiful evening, drinking iced coffee and complaining about boys - it was lovely. As more drift in, I hope to hang out more often. And someday, in the bright, hazy future, my real job will start.
Well, it wasn't volumes, but I spend all day around computers...cut me some slack! :-P
Current Irrational Desire: to know what is inside the package that is currently waiting for me in the oh so conveniently located mailroom - in the UC. Grrrrrrrr.