Disaster Diaries: A Non-Informative Update
I think it's over.
I've come to find that science is less like accounting and more like film: you need more luck, juice, connections, and track record than I am every going to amass. It might be that I'll have to give up on this and concentrate on something in the order of middle-management at Target. This tears a huge hunk out of my heart.
I have pretty much stopped looking for even a steady boyfriend at this point. I think time has run out on that.
I'd be happy to move out of Freehold to a place of my own but that isn't going to happen for, it appears, years. This depends on a job that allows me to pay for the car and some credit debt AND rent and that might involve section 8 housing. In any case, my parents are far enough along that they won't be around for so much longer; I might be able to buy the house from them at a reasonable price.
The reason you haven't heard from me, folks, is that most of my days are like this now; I grieve and struggle and I'm afraid for the future. The present is, aside from a tutoring job in the evenings (more of a hobby with a stipend), spent looking for a job and reading political blogs. I have nothing useful or interesting or even worthwhile saying.
Please be patient with me. This particular rough patch appears to be going longer than I anticipated. I'm hoping against hope that there will be a time when my life is back to normal. Until then, as they say in these circles, reports will be sporadic.
luminous-room@adam$
I've come to find that science is less like accounting and more like film: you need more luck, juice, connections, and track record than I am every going to amass. It might be that I'll have to give up on this and concentrate on something in the order of middle-management at Target. This tears a huge hunk out of my heart.
I have pretty much stopped looking for even a steady boyfriend at this point. I think time has run out on that.
I'd be happy to move out of Freehold to a place of my own but that isn't going to happen for, it appears, years. This depends on a job that allows me to pay for the car and some credit debt AND rent and that might involve section 8 housing. In any case, my parents are far enough along that they won't be around for so much longer; I might be able to buy the house from them at a reasonable price.
The reason you haven't heard from me, folks, is that most of my days are like this now; I grieve and struggle and I'm afraid for the future. The present is, aside from a tutoring job in the evenings (more of a hobby with a stipend), spent looking for a job and reading political blogs. I have nothing useful or interesting or even worthwhile saying.
Please be patient with me. This particular rough patch appears to be going longer than I anticipated. I'm hoping against hope that there will be a time when my life is back to normal. Until then, as they say in these circles, reports will be sporadic.
luminous-room@adam$