Monday again
I found Facebook about a month ago, which has taken a bit of what little effort I spend on posting to LJ, but it is truly a wonderful thing. I only wish I'd given into the peer pressure to join sooner.
In case you were wondering, the flooding didn't reach our house. It's pretty much the only good thing about the area we live in - yes it's crime-ridden and is the home of 6-year-old boys who feel the need to remark on what assets they think I have (no joke - they are really that young!), but at least it's well-elevated. Some people at work had a pretty rough time of it though, from what I hear. The forecast this week is for nothing but sun, so things should have a chance to dry out a little. Our poor garden may never really recover, unfortunately. With all the care we've put into our plants, it's almost like we've let our children down or something.
My job is becoming increasingly difficult to stay in. Due to departmental reconfiguring, I have a new manager who thinks I'm more of a P.A. than a professional junior collegue. Never mind the photocopying and remedial projects - at one point, he explained to me in the beginning of a meeting how to take notes. Never mind the fact that I have an MA in journalism. I feel so 18 and underused.
With Tim looking for a job to move to when he finishes the doctorate (hopefully soon), we could be out of Oxford at any time. It means I can't really look for a new job as I can't promise how long I'd stay, but it does give some hope that I don't have to be at my current job much longer. Where will the career go to next, I wonder?
In case you were wondering, the flooding didn't reach our house. It's pretty much the only good thing about the area we live in - yes it's crime-ridden and is the home of 6-year-old boys who feel the need to remark on what assets they think I have (no joke - they are really that young!), but at least it's well-elevated. Some people at work had a pretty rough time of it though, from what I hear. The forecast this week is for nothing but sun, so things should have a chance to dry out a little. Our poor garden may never really recover, unfortunately. With all the care we've put into our plants, it's almost like we've let our children down or something.
My job is becoming increasingly difficult to stay in. Due to departmental reconfiguring, I have a new manager who thinks I'm more of a P.A. than a professional junior collegue. Never mind the photocopying and remedial projects - at one point, he explained to me in the beginning of a meeting how to take notes. Never mind the fact that I have an MA in journalism. I feel so 18 and underused.
With Tim looking for a job to move to when he finishes the doctorate (hopefully soon), we could be out of Oxford at any time. It means I can't really look for a new job as I can't promise how long I'd stay, but it does give some hope that I don't have to be at my current job much longer. Where will the career go to next, I wonder?