You know life is awesome when getting up at 0800 is "sleeping in"
So I've put in 59 hours at work in the last six work days. All of those started at 0830/0820 and yesterday we went until 1920. Holla for showing up the other field researchers. At this rate I'll have cleared my federal work-study allottment before October. I don't know what happens after that, but I think I'll ignore it until the first paycheck.
Sad news on the homefront, my parents had to put Terri down on Wednesday. She hadn't been 100% for a while now, and she had a terrible night on Tuesday. So while it was hard, she was a very sweet dog and she earned the rest. A side benefit of how crazy my schedule has been is that I could only be upset about it for like 10 minutes before I had to get back to reading and work. It's weird that this is the first time in 21 years we haven't had a dog in the house.
Hopeful news on the homefront, we might have a buyer for the house. So keep your fingers crossed, campers.
Other than that, not much news-worthy. I like my co-workers, and next week we're going into the schools to consent the kids. Color me nervous. The script is long so I need to work on memorizing at least key points, and the packet distribution is kinda confusing, and I don't really know exactly what's going on. So hopefully I don't completely fuck things up. Also I have to go to Staten Island on Monday. Poopfaces. Buuuuut, it's a change from the secretarial duties I've been performing all week. I seriously have like 18 paper cuts on just my right hand, most of them right around the cuticle on my index finger. It's awesome. I resorted to scotch tape yesterday around 1400 just to hump through the last 5 hours of envelope-stuffing and paper-folding. Need to invest in neosporin.
Sad news on the homefront, my parents had to put Terri down on Wednesday. She hadn't been 100% for a while now, and she had a terrible night on Tuesday. So while it was hard, she was a very sweet dog and she earned the rest. A side benefit of how crazy my schedule has been is that I could only be upset about it for like 10 minutes before I had to get back to reading and work. It's weird that this is the first time in 21 years we haven't had a dog in the house.
Hopeful news on the homefront, we might have a buyer for the house. So keep your fingers crossed, campers.
Other than that, not much news-worthy. I like my co-workers, and next week we're going into the schools to consent the kids. Color me nervous. The script is long so I need to work on memorizing at least key points, and the packet distribution is kinda confusing, and I don't really know exactly what's going on. So hopefully I don't completely fuck things up. Also I have to go to Staten Island on Monday. Poopfaces. Buuuuut, it's a change from the secretarial duties I've been performing all week. I seriously have like 18 paper cuts on just my right hand, most of them right around the cuticle on my index finger. It's awesome. I resorted to scotch tape yesterday around 1400 just to hump through the last 5 hours of envelope-stuffing and paper-folding. Need to invest in neosporin.