To start.....
Well I've got nothing else to do right now so I think I'll start off by bitching about all the little issues that seem to be floating around me at the moment.
First, in June of last year, my sister told me that she and her long-time boyfriend were having a baby and that they would be getting married sometime that summer. Great news. I was thrilled. After a summer of hectic planning on my part, well pulled the whole thing off and it was great...with the exception of my cell phone ringing in the middle of my sister's vows. That was a shame. Oh well. The job I was in at time (a job that I've done for the past 2 summers) was set to end as usual in the fall. I graduated in June and thus had no plans for the future other than an inkling that I wanted to go to grad school. I missed all the deadlines to apply which wasn't a huge problem because I was/am totally unprepared financially. Luckily I was offered a position in another department that would run until May of 2005. Thank God for nepotism. I couldn't exist without it in my field! I would be covering a maternity leave in this new position. It was really, really nice not to have to think about getting a job right after graduating.
Come September when this job began I decided to take another class. This one was called Burghers and Bibles. Basically it was about pre-reformation vernacular bible reading and translation. Fun. To be honest, I think that I must have panicked at the notion of not going back to school in the fall for the first time since I started Kindergarten in 1986. Whatever the reason, I got into this class. I may write more about that later. It was stressful. I found it hard to think about anything but going to work full-time and all the reading to be done for this insane class. Now I was yet again behind on my grad applications. I loved my new job. I loved the people, the office, the lack of any real work to do. It was great. Right before Christmas, I think it was the 22nd, my boss (whom I also love) had to break it to me that the girl whose mat leave I'd been covering had decided to come back early and that starting the day after Christmas, I would have 2 weeks to find another job or I'd drown in my own dept. The next day, my gorgeous, perfect, wonderful nephew was born. More on that later as well.
I now have another job lined up though the details are sketchy. I start the day after I'm finished my old job, which will be 2 working days from now. I'm sad. I wish I could stay here. I'm bitter that despite the fact that everyone here has told me that they like me better than the returning girl, I have no choice but to clean off my desk, and take as many office supplies as I can fit in my pockets and purse. Parting gifts, you see. I hate that this has all happened now. I'm finally ready to have my ass kicked by the grad school application process. I've even got 3 professors to write reference letters for me. I'll work on the funding later. Now I'm doing that while starting a new job and I'm finding myself to be more than a little stressed out by it all. Oh well, I'll cope. I always do. That brings us up to date on history.
First, in June of last year, my sister told me that she and her long-time boyfriend were having a baby and that they would be getting married sometime that summer. Great news. I was thrilled. After a summer of hectic planning on my part, well pulled the whole thing off and it was great...with the exception of my cell phone ringing in the middle of my sister's vows. That was a shame. Oh well. The job I was in at time (a job that I've done for the past 2 summers) was set to end as usual in the fall. I graduated in June and thus had no plans for the future other than an inkling that I wanted to go to grad school. I missed all the deadlines to apply which wasn't a huge problem because I was/am totally unprepared financially. Luckily I was offered a position in another department that would run until May of 2005. Thank God for nepotism. I couldn't exist without it in my field! I would be covering a maternity leave in this new position. It was really, really nice not to have to think about getting a job right after graduating.
Come September when this job began I decided to take another class. This one was called Burghers and Bibles. Basically it was about pre-reformation vernacular bible reading and translation. Fun. To be honest, I think that I must have panicked at the notion of not going back to school in the fall for the first time since I started Kindergarten in 1986. Whatever the reason, I got into this class. I may write more about that later. It was stressful. I found it hard to think about anything but going to work full-time and all the reading to be done for this insane class. Now I was yet again behind on my grad applications. I loved my new job. I loved the people, the office, the lack of any real work to do. It was great. Right before Christmas, I think it was the 22nd, my boss (whom I also love) had to break it to me that the girl whose mat leave I'd been covering had decided to come back early and that starting the day after Christmas, I would have 2 weeks to find another job or I'd drown in my own dept. The next day, my gorgeous, perfect, wonderful nephew was born. More on that later as well.
I now have another job lined up though the details are sketchy. I start the day after I'm finished my old job, which will be 2 working days from now. I'm sad. I wish I could stay here. I'm bitter that despite the fact that everyone here has told me that they like me better than the returning girl, I have no choice but to clean off my desk, and take as many office supplies as I can fit in my pockets and purse. Parting gifts, you see. I hate that this has all happened now. I'm finally ready to have my ass kicked by the grad school application process. I've even got 3 professors to write reference letters for me. I'll work on the funding later. Now I'm doing that while starting a new job and I'm finding myself to be more than a little stressed out by it all. Oh well, I'll cope. I always do. That brings us up to date on history.