It's bizarre to me to see stuff I wrote about for the dissertation that got me my MA actually unfolding in the non-academic world. Mostly because I quickly realized that my framing of the matter had to be handled carefully, and considered for much more than a year in order to be fluid enough to be useful and adaptable, but then today I get another ( Read more... )

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Today is no longer mandatory-relaxation-day, but mandatory-catch-the-fuck-up day (-_-); I borked my goals, so no more desserts for me until this dissertation is turned in ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

In two days it'll be three months since I started kitchen-wenching, and it helped a lot today to be working with my fellow newbie R-san, who was hired later in the summer than me, but after my three-week break from work probably has just about an equal amount of training. We seem pretty on-par for stuff-we-can-competently-do, so that is a bit of a ( Read more... )

Young Londoner's Friday night: hair coiffed, best shoes on, in the city for shenanigans

Grad student's Friday night: chocolate squares, tiny gin glass, in jim-jams at the kitchen table for dissertation readinz

Three essays, 8600 words, four days ( Read more... )

Grad Student Moment of the week: walking to Super Awesome Law Prof's office for a meeting I requested last week. Realized I have done nothing on my dissertation since submitting the 3-page proposal a month ago. Thought to myself "Oh crap, she's gonna wanna know why I'm taking up her time and the sweet old-book-paper-smelling air of competence and ( Read more... )

Moon Day: Pretty much the funnest group assessment for a job I have ever had - time capsules featured prominently, and I got to deploy my mad English skillz coming up with at least three words that start with Q. Everyone else picked boring letters like T or M, although I gotta hand it to the middle-aged author next to me, because mellifluous is one ( Read more... )

dear School of Public Policy: eff y'all and your oh-my-sweet-JAYzuss persnickety assignment turn-in procedures. I cannot deal with you any more this night. You'll get my ridiculously-low-word-limited electronic copy tomorrow and not before ( Read more... )