FINE i will just be satisfied
Dear world,
I got into Victoria's pants.
No that's not it.
I got into Victoria Uni's post-grad information studies programme which will if I am not braindead by that time turn into a Masters in three or four years. That's it. In the process, I learned the difference between program and programme. I feel this is a very valuable skill. Hurrah for me.
Hurrah for moscato of which I HAVE DRUNKEN IT ALL.
But now the flatmates have gone to bed and I'm left to blog drunkenly in my pajamas.
I was so stressed about this as has been observed at home many a time when I wander out of bed at three in the morning and sit in my chair and glare at the carpet then make a sandwich with excessive mayonnaise. I'd wake up and panic that I'd left something out of my application or emailed the referee forms to the wrong address and I could no longer get hold of them because both my referees were bosses and like bosses are wont to do over Christmas they had GONE AWAY FOR WEEKS AND WEEKS and hadn't left me the phone number to their baches. Presuming they have baches. Probably not. And then I'd panic because, lets face it, parts of my uni transcript are Not Awesome (helloo 2005!) and I had probably screwed up my life for good BUT IT WAS GOING TO BE OKAY because sure, sure, I could handle another year of shelving while I worked out what else to do with my life. I could give up shelving anyway and start writing novels! That demon thing Leah found on wiki! I could write that! NO IT WOULD JSUT TURN OUT SHIT BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT GOOD AT STARTING THINGS OR FINISHING THEM BUT CARRYING THEM ON, OH YES, YOU KICK ARSE AT CONTINUING THINGS! My writing is like my sandwich, too much mayo and not enough bread.
But mayo is delicious so I'm not worried.
I had practically formulated a plan to become a bachelor and move to Las Vegas when the email came in this morning about ten minutes before I left for work (actually, fifteen minutes. I read the email and then ran to the bathroom to shave my legs because it was really really hot outside and also I couldn't find matching socks, SO) about fifteen minutes before I left for work. "Your application has been processed, click here to view the outcome of this assessment." FUCK that sounds ominous, I thought, glad that I had spent the last couple of hours reading in bed enjoying the last of my carefree existance because it was all about to go wahoonie shaped. I thought, don't click it. Don't look. You'll just have a really shitty bus ride into town and a really shitty afternoon at work and then you'll have to come home and DEAL with it and your flatmates have already dealt with you being a moody cow enough this week.
No, click it (I then thought) because you can't just not click a thing that says click me, when it is promising something lifechanging on the other side. Argh argh (I thought) and went to look.
And there were all these ticks and the only thing left pending was acceptance of the offer and payment.
SHIT.
Now I have to study.
BUT. After the study, there will be more library jobs. The qualification is recognised in NZ, Australia and the UK (maybe America but I'm not sure) although UK libraries are having a really shit time of it at the moment and they're closing A LOT of them down. 369 over the country, which is lots.
And one of the courses is on E-publishing and the issues and opportunities around that, and I've been thinking a bit about that lately. Accessibility and environmental issues... But I will talk about it more when I actually know something, and also when I haven't just drunk a whole lotta wine.
ANYWAY here is a picture of Amanda Palmer with a possum.
I got into Victoria's pants.
No that's not it.
I got into Victoria Uni's post-grad information studies programme which will if I am not braindead by that time turn into a Masters in three or four years. That's it. In the process, I learned the difference between program and programme. I feel this is a very valuable skill. Hurrah for me.
Hurrah for moscato of which I HAVE DRUNKEN IT ALL.
But now the flatmates have gone to bed and I'm left to blog drunkenly in my pajamas.
I was so stressed about this as has been observed at home many a time when I wander out of bed at three in the morning and sit in my chair and glare at the carpet then make a sandwich with excessive mayonnaise. I'd wake up and panic that I'd left something out of my application or emailed the referee forms to the wrong address and I could no longer get hold of them because both my referees were bosses and like bosses are wont to do over Christmas they had GONE AWAY FOR WEEKS AND WEEKS and hadn't left me the phone number to their baches. Presuming they have baches. Probably not. And then I'd panic because, lets face it, parts of my uni transcript are Not Awesome (helloo 2005!) and I had probably screwed up my life for good BUT IT WAS GOING TO BE OKAY because sure, sure, I could handle another year of shelving while I worked out what else to do with my life. I could give up shelving anyway and start writing novels! That demon thing Leah found on wiki! I could write that! NO IT WOULD JSUT TURN OUT SHIT BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT GOOD AT STARTING THINGS OR FINISHING THEM BUT CARRYING THEM ON, OH YES, YOU KICK ARSE AT CONTINUING THINGS! My writing is like my sandwich, too much mayo and not enough bread.
But mayo is delicious so I'm not worried.
I had practically formulated a plan to become a bachelor and move to Las Vegas when the email came in this morning about ten minutes before I left for work (actually, fifteen minutes. I read the email and then ran to the bathroom to shave my legs because it was really really hot outside and also I couldn't find matching socks, SO) about fifteen minutes before I left for work. "Your application has been processed, click here to view the outcome of this assessment." FUCK that sounds ominous, I thought, glad that I had spent the last couple of hours reading in bed enjoying the last of my carefree existance because it was all about to go wahoonie shaped. I thought, don't click it. Don't look. You'll just have a really shitty bus ride into town and a really shitty afternoon at work and then you'll have to come home and DEAL with it and your flatmates have already dealt with you being a moody cow enough this week.
No, click it (I then thought) because you can't just not click a thing that says click me, when it is promising something lifechanging on the other side. Argh argh (I thought) and went to look.
And there were all these ticks and the only thing left pending was acceptance of the offer and payment.
SHIT.
Now I have to study.
BUT. After the study, there will be more library jobs. The qualification is recognised in NZ, Australia and the UK (maybe America but I'm not sure) although UK libraries are having a really shit time of it at the moment and they're closing A LOT of them down. 369 over the country, which is lots.
And one of the courses is on E-publishing and the issues and opportunities around that, and I've been thinking a bit about that lately. Accessibility and environmental issues... But I will talk about it more when I actually know something, and also when I haven't just drunk a whole lotta wine.
ANYWAY here is a picture of Amanda Palmer with a possum.