Books, glorious books
My books came from Amazon today, sitting there in the post-grad pigeonhole, all patienty waiting for me to set at their inglorious postage box with a penknife in a deliriously desperate struggle to free them into the flourecent light of my office (which is, unfortunately, necessary in winter, as there isn't enough natural light coming down between the buildings). Ah, books, glorious, wonderful books - Reading Medieval Latin, and, finally, The Lost Love Letters of Heloise and Abelard. I am a happy boy.
Well, in the deliriously joyful "I have books" kind of happy, 'cause other than that, life sucks - My sister finally caught the wrong end of her bosses paranoia and was fired, for no reason whatsoever (did I mention "paranoia")and Steph isn't the kind of person to contest that sort of thing, and I think in a way she's kind of relieved, as she was getting thoroughly sick of working there. But, it was the same week as her birthday - oh joy, the car insurance is cheaper - and now comes the task of finding another job in a downturned employment market. My contract is at an end next week, and I most likely won't be getting any teaching next semester, though there is likely to be some quiz work (boooooorrrrrrrrrrrrring), and hopefully some marking - I did my first marking job a few weekends back - it was exhausting. Getting up to 0 degrees Celsius in the mornings is not pleasant in anyone's book, certain colleagues are shitting me to tears, but I can't say anything because "junior" does not begin to describe my position on the academic hierarchy, and my MA topic is among the most boring things on this planet - ok, maybe not quite, but I would need a seriously powerful microscope to be able to see how much I care about the thing - It is at the point I am doing it simply because I do not want to leave yet another thing unfinished. That said, I still have terminal writers' block, whether it be thesis related or fiction related, I literally haven't written anything in months.
Still, I have books, and that makes everything OK ... ish.
Well, in the deliriously joyful "I have books" kind of happy, 'cause other than that, life sucks - My sister finally caught the wrong end of her bosses paranoia and was fired, for no reason whatsoever (did I mention "paranoia")and Steph isn't the kind of person to contest that sort of thing, and I think in a way she's kind of relieved, as she was getting thoroughly sick of working there. But, it was the same week as her birthday - oh joy, the car insurance is cheaper - and now comes the task of finding another job in a downturned employment market. My contract is at an end next week, and I most likely won't be getting any teaching next semester, though there is likely to be some quiz work (boooooorrrrrrrrrrrrring), and hopefully some marking - I did my first marking job a few weekends back - it was exhausting. Getting up to 0 degrees Celsius in the mornings is not pleasant in anyone's book, certain colleagues are shitting me to tears, but I can't say anything because "junior" does not begin to describe my position on the academic hierarchy, and my MA topic is among the most boring things on this planet - ok, maybe not quite, but I would need a seriously powerful microscope to be able to see how much I care about the thing - It is at the point I am doing it simply because I do not want to leave yet another thing unfinished. That said, I still have terminal writers' block, whether it be thesis related or fiction related, I literally haven't written anything in months.
Still, I have books, and that makes everything OK ... ish.