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Today, I wrote 3,000 words on my dissertation and e-mailed my programme director for a Scary Meeting of Doom and Dissapointment next week [/melodrama] to help guide my Editing Of DOOOOOM process which will commence after my morning shift at the Galley on Saturday. Wonder Woman has flown away across the ocean with no internets and one review of my fleshed-out outline followed by a "Looks logical, I'm sure it'll be fine." Which is heartening and all, but doesn't help me much this week.
Tomorrow I wake up with case commentary in my face and stop writing when my case studies are fully commented upon. Next week the shit diss hits the fan.
Saturday night will be editing, Sunday is mandatory-relaxation-day, and Monday daytime I am off to model in my awesome-sauce vintage princess dress for a family art festival, then eveningtime is for editing. Any two days between Tuesday and the following Sunday could see me scheduled at the Galley or the Poop Deck, although I sent Bosslady an "OMG THESIS WAAAUGH" text today at the same time I informed her that the boycreature will be taking me to see Kevin Spacey in Richard III in a couple weeks so could I plz have that night off... mayhaps she'll keep to the customary two days next week, or mayhaps won't schedule me at all. We'll see.
Regardless, I want to be done editing by Friday the 2nd, and I will have anywhere from three to six days' worth of time in which to accomplish that.
So far a classmate and I have been really good about keeping each other motivated; we set goals, check in, and if we fail to achieve our objective we forfeit desserts for the remainder of our time as students. This strategy has the dual appeal of benefiting our health tho it may punish our sweet tooths, and scaling down its impact as time goes on in direct proportion to the up-scaling of fear-of-disappointing-our-director as a motivator, so our little stress centers aren't totally overloaded as D-Day approaches. So far, tho, I have met all my goals, whereas she has 10 more days to go without cookies and ice cream :T
I have a feeling I will be hyper with nerves next weekend, but probably will panic infinitely more after I've turned it in and suddenly there is absolutely no more that I can do. Luckily a friend's MSc graduation ceremony is the afternoon of D-Day, and there will be alcohols aplenty that evening to congratulate her and the combination of booze & dachi's should help me forget to fly into an anxiety spiral.
Tomorrow I wake up with case commentary in my face and stop writing when my case studies are fully commented upon. Next week the shit diss hits the fan.
Saturday night will be editing, Sunday is mandatory-relaxation-day, and Monday daytime I am off to model in my awesome-sauce vintage princess dress for a family art festival, then eveningtime is for editing. Any two days between Tuesday and the following Sunday could see me scheduled at the Galley or the Poop Deck, although I sent Bosslady an "OMG THESIS WAAAUGH" text today at the same time I informed her that the boycreature will be taking me to see Kevin Spacey in Richard III in a couple weeks so could I plz have that night off... mayhaps she'll keep to the customary two days next week, or mayhaps won't schedule me at all. We'll see.
Regardless, I want to be done editing by Friday the 2nd, and I will have anywhere from three to six days' worth of time in which to accomplish that.
So far a classmate and I have been really good about keeping each other motivated; we set goals, check in, and if we fail to achieve our objective we forfeit desserts for the remainder of our time as students. This strategy has the dual appeal of benefiting our health tho it may punish our sweet tooths, and scaling down its impact as time goes on in direct proportion to the up-scaling of fear-of-disappointing-our-director as a motivator, so our little stress centers aren't totally overloaded as D-Day approaches. So far, tho, I have met all my goals, whereas she has 10 more days to go without cookies and ice cream :T
I have a feeling I will be hyper with nerves next weekend, but probably will panic infinitely more after I've turned it in and suddenly there is absolutely no more that I can do. Luckily a friend's MSc graduation ceremony is the afternoon of D-Day, and there will be alcohols aplenty that evening to congratulate her and the combination of booze & dachi's should help me forget to fly into an anxiety spiral.