And, suddenly my career eats me
This last year has been good. How I miss it already! Forty hour work weeks, and a gradual building of a new network of friends (albeit somewhat small). Dating some girls, playing some sports, and getting some work done here and there whenever I manage to motivate myself. All that, of course, intermingled with vague stress as I wonder what the hell I'm going to do after I graduate.
And then Friday happened. "Guess what, G", says Friday, " that conference you're preparing for, the deadline's way sooner than you thought." "Shit!" I said, and proceeded to gut my weekend plans. And then Monday happened. "Yo, F", says Monday, " you know that conference in a month, you're being assigned to also present at a much bigger and more important one the month after." "Awesome," says I, and then "ouch, my social life!" And then Tuesday happened. "Hey," says Tuesday, (actually it's my adviser), " why don't you delay your graduation and move over here to Switzerland this Spring to work part time on this cool project with us while you write your thesis?" "Kick ass!" I say, and then "holy crap, I think the next year just got full."
Will I actually be moving to Switzerland? This might just turn into another of those ideas that seem good at the time but then everyone forgets about because they're too busy. But if it works out I'm totally doing it ... I think.
And then Friday happened. "Guess what, G", says Friday, " that conference you're preparing for, the deadline's way sooner than you thought." "Shit!" I said, and proceeded to gut my weekend plans. And then Monday happened. "Yo, F", says Monday, " you know that conference in a month, you're being assigned to also present at a much bigger and more important one the month after." "Awesome," says I, and then "ouch, my social life!" And then Tuesday happened. "Hey," says Tuesday, (actually it's my adviser), " why don't you delay your graduation and move over here to Switzerland this Spring to work part time on this cool project with us while you write your thesis?" "Kick ass!" I say, and then "holy crap, I think the next year just got full."
Will I actually be moving to Switzerland? This might just turn into another of those ideas that seem good at the time but then everyone forgets about because they're too busy. But if it works out I'm totally doing it ... I think.