me and the next few weeks
I'm just going to ramble for a bit. I'm sure my thoughts connect, but I'm kind of frazzy right now so here's a brain dump.
A couple of years ago I translated a book about this dialect we're interested in from French into English so colleagues who don't read French could consult it for our major project. This winter-spring we sent my translated chapters to someone whose French is stronger than mine (and, okay, I was working fast and rough so it wasn't like a finished product, but still), and I'm incorporating the changes and putting the whole mess into our publishing system and making it shiny and lovely for a June 3 deadline. I'm a little more than halfway through the text, so that's awesome, but there's an appendix I didn't bother with last time that's going to be more work than I realized. Sigh. Still. When this is done I ought to be able to point to it and say "You know that promotion I'm up for? QED."
The promotion materials - they call it a dossier, but really, it's just a packet - is due June 30. Resume is ready, recs are lined up, three years' worth of evals are gathered, it's just a matter of writing the personal statement, which of course is always my least favorite thing ever. I have the one I wrote last time I was applying for a promotion I more than deserved, but I don't even think I can use that as a starting point. A better starting point might be something like "Let's be honest, I've been doing awesome-level work for ages and lots of the people I work directly with and for can't stop saying so, sometimes even when nobody asked," and then shine that up and make it look more professional.
Also in June I'm going out to the childhood home to stay with my mom while she has a minor surgical procedure. That's after June 3, though, so I'll bring my laptop with me and be able to work from home but not be wrestling with an oncoming deadline.
But first I've got one more online discussion thread to participate in (by this Saturday evening) and a paper to write (by May 6) in which I analyze some websites according to a rubric I design (rubric design by tomorrow evening, ack!) for my last class, hurrah.
We've also got to move, once we know where we're moving to, and I'm about three kinds of impatient with the guy who owns the Mormon house - but only three, because I know it's not impossible that e.g. our references may be hard to reach on the phone, and you can't just rent your house to people without making sure they're not felons or whatever. Only if they're not going to rent to us I want to know so we can go ahead and apply for the pink-trim house miles away or, god forbid ptui ptui ptui, begin yet. again to find something else. It's the uncertainty. It's making my jaw hurt and I don't have a lot of wiggle room before my jaw hurting really gets in the way of almost everything.
A couple of years ago I translated a book about this dialect we're interested in from French into English so colleagues who don't read French could consult it for our major project. This winter-spring we sent my translated chapters to someone whose French is stronger than mine (and, okay, I was working fast and rough so it wasn't like a finished product, but still), and I'm incorporating the changes and putting the whole mess into our publishing system and making it shiny and lovely for a June 3 deadline. I'm a little more than halfway through the text, so that's awesome, but there's an appendix I didn't bother with last time that's going to be more work than I realized. Sigh. Still. When this is done I ought to be able to point to it and say "You know that promotion I'm up for? QED."
The promotion materials - they call it a dossier, but really, it's just a packet - is due June 30. Resume is ready, recs are lined up, three years' worth of evals are gathered, it's just a matter of writing the personal statement, which of course is always my least favorite thing ever. I have the one I wrote last time I was applying for a promotion I more than deserved, but I don't even think I can use that as a starting point. A better starting point might be something like "Let's be honest, I've been doing awesome-level work for ages and lots of the people I work directly with and for can't stop saying so, sometimes even when nobody asked," and then shine that up and make it look more professional.
Also in June I'm going out to the childhood home to stay with my mom while she has a minor surgical procedure. That's after June 3, though, so I'll bring my laptop with me and be able to work from home but not be wrestling with an oncoming deadline.
But first I've got one more online discussion thread to participate in (by this Saturday evening) and a paper to write (by May 6) in which I analyze some websites according to a rubric I design (rubric design by tomorrow evening, ack!) for my last class, hurrah.
We've also got to move, once we know where we're moving to, and I'm about three kinds of impatient with the guy who owns the Mormon house - but only three, because I know it's not impossible that e.g. our references may be hard to reach on the phone, and you can't just rent your house to people without making sure they're not felons or whatever. Only if they're not going to rent to us I want to know so we can go ahead and apply for the pink-trim house miles away or, god forbid ptui ptui ptui, begin yet. again to find something else. It's the uncertainty. It's making my jaw hurt and I don't have a lot of wiggle room before my jaw hurting really gets in the way of almost everything.