Things and stuff
My aunt and uncle are funny. We had sat down to dinner when the phone rang:
Uncle: "Hello? Oh. Oh. Hello, MIKE." *hands the phone to Aunt and proceeds to make a number of dire slashing motions across his throat while rolling his eyes and shaking his head*
Aunt: "Mike? Yes. No, we're not. I've told you before, over and over and it's clear I haven't gotten through. Now you listen to me: we don't want any more adventures. Good BYE."
Who could they be talking to? My brain arrived at two possibilities: that Belloc guy from Indiana Jones, or their son, whose name happens to be Mike. Turns out it was the septic guy, but for one moment I was a character in a Dorothy Sayers novel.
That story was a lot funnier when it actually happened in person.
Fall course plans = Labor and Leisure in American Literature, basically a major authors course themed up a bit for fun and profit. (Not tangible profit, of course.)
It's almost that time again, and I've once again gotten NOTHING DONE this year! I'm barely mentally functional as it is, given I sleep 3 hours a night. I am not prepared for the job market fuckery this time around, physically or mentally. I don't want to play the game, I'm not in the mood to sell myself at all, I'm DEFINITELY not in the mood to spend the next three months second guessing myself and trying to read between the lines of everything, and I'm not clear on whether a career in academia is possible for me anyway. I just want to get to work instead of fucking fruitlessly COURTING departments, in line behind 500 other suitors. I've already lost seven years. Every minute I'm not earning money at a job I feel is an incredible waste of time. I'm going to be 80 and have nothing and be a burden on my kids. The next two weeks will be spent on finalizing my syllabus for the fall and rewriting an article that valancy_s VERY kindly commented on for me. After that, we shall see. I'll try to keep this space as clear of job market crap as possible, or at least put it under cuts like this one.
Uncle: "Hello? Oh. Oh. Hello, MIKE." *hands the phone to Aunt and proceeds to make a number of dire slashing motions across his throat while rolling his eyes and shaking his head*
Aunt: "Mike? Yes. No, we're not. I've told you before, over and over and it's clear I haven't gotten through. Now you listen to me: we don't want any more adventures. Good BYE."
Who could they be talking to? My brain arrived at two possibilities: that Belloc guy from Indiana Jones, or their son, whose name happens to be Mike. Turns out it was the septic guy, but for one moment I was a character in a Dorothy Sayers novel.
That story was a lot funnier when it actually happened in person.
Fall course plans = Labor and Leisure in American Literature, basically a major authors course themed up a bit for fun and profit. (Not tangible profit, of course.)
It's almost that time again, and I've once again gotten NOTHING DONE this year! I'm barely mentally functional as it is, given I sleep 3 hours a night. I am not prepared for the job market fuckery this time around, physically or mentally. I don't want to play the game, I'm not in the mood to sell myself at all, I'm DEFINITELY not in the mood to spend the next three months second guessing myself and trying to read between the lines of everything, and I'm not clear on whether a career in academia is possible for me anyway. I just want to get to work instead of fucking fruitlessly COURTING departments, in line behind 500 other suitors. I've already lost seven years. Every minute I'm not earning money at a job I feel is an incredible waste of time. I'm going to be 80 and have nothing and be a burden on my kids. The next two weeks will be spent on finalizing my syllabus for the fall and rewriting an article that valancy_s VERY kindly commented on for me. After that, we shall see. I'll try to keep this space as clear of job market crap as possible, or at least put it under cuts like this one.