Last Thursday night through Friday morning, I discovered that pulling an all-nighter for work is a whole lot better than pulling an all-nighter for school. The coffee's fancier, there's overtime pay to be had, and your co-workers never expect you to say something like, "I really have been working on this project for 36 hours straight!" I really had ( Read more... )

Oh, Livejournal, why have I neglected you for so long? I hope you're not the easily offended type. It was nothing personal ( Read more... )

I finished the textbook writing project. This morning! At 8:37 AM! Now I can actually catch up on such things as e-mail, LJ, sleep, drinking coffee with Adam, and watching my Netflix movies. Excellent.

Another thing that came about this morning was the realization that my new job relies squarely on my being able to perform well in my two worst areas ( Read more... )

Oh, hi, Livejournal. It's nice to make your reacquaintance.

I think I've read about five of your enties in the last week and a half, because my schedule has been like this ( Read more... )

The translation department director's arguably mute son, our company's IT director, is apparently the only one who can properly set up my dual-monitor workstation, and he's in Germany for six weeks at theater camp (mime camp?). Through a completely inexplicable turn of events, I was offered a project manager position on a one-year contract we have ( Read more... )

(Stuff I wrote on Tuesday before I decided to buy Internet access for my hotel room.)A mishap during evaluations today: I was making a few quick notes on the list of employees we were testing during the 6-to-8 AM period -- the order in which they went into the testing room, and the first letter of the evaluator each employee had had. For the first ( Read more... )

I doubt I mentioned it (as I have gotten less and less reliable at mentioning things on LJ lately), but I'm in the great state of New Jersey this week for one of the phases of my new project with work. When I talked to Adam on the phone yesterday, and my parents on the phone tonight, neither he nor they had any clue what I am actually doing here. I ( Read more... )

Now that I have my name on a dozen resumes and cover letters that are floating around the city, the nice French directors at the language school seem to be trying to create a position for me. It appears that I am going to be sort of the brains behind the ESL department, creating new programs and writing supplemental materials and scoring written ( Read more... )

This writing job I'm applying for asked for a "creative cover letter," so I'm writing the script of an interview between "Lauren [Lastname], Job Seeker, and the Trix Bunny, Prospective Employer ( Read more... )

I told Adam yesterday that I would happily spend the rest of my life doing nothing but teaching extra-super-beginner English to little old ladies, if that were possible. Surely, somewhere on the planet, that's possible. When you're faced with a group of intermediate-level students, they're all saddled with different problems -- some need accent ( Read more... )