weirdness abounds
Jan. 18th, 2002 02:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quislibetWell, not abounds, so much as calls seriously for attention.
J. had a crappy day at work yesterday, with many things deeply symbolic of what's wrong with the place and the way it's run and the dead-endedness of it all. And then...
As the day wore on and got crappier, she checked her e-mail and saw, to her surprise, a job posting for a place where she really wants to work, and a kind of job that she could do with no difficulty. And it helps that the person who is the boss of the person who would be her boss can be a reference on her resume.
So she's going for it.
It's not all roses and song, of course, as her current co-workers constitute, to a large extent, our only social circle here, and there might be some Awkwardness (we can't afford to move, and the job would be only in Cambridge anyway). But she feels her part-time assistant could easily step into her current job, so it's not like she'd be leaving them high and dry.
(Sadly, she certainly won't be priming her assistant for that today, as said assistant learned this afternoon of an unexpected death in her family, adding to the miasma of doubt and uncertainty at work.)
It's very odd. "If only," she has said for a long time, even before taking her current job, "there were an opening where I used to work before grad school." And now there are 8.
So we shall see. I hope she gets it. Last night and this morning before she went off to work were a flurry of resume-updating and stress. And cookies, so that's all right.
As for me, my boss keeps giving me time off to do the grad student thing. (And yet here I am. But then, that makes it a 4-day weekend. *Plenty* of time to do some work...)
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I have officially decided not to take my barbarian chicks show on the road; I have withdrawn from the Scotland conference in April. I'd be presenting pretty much exactly the same paper as before, and it's expensive, much as I'd like to go to Scotland. But if we travel anywhere this spring we'd rather visit friends in either France or Italy. That is, if we travel at all; if J. starts a new job that might be tricky.
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Weird dreams last night.
In one, I was at a conference, bummed I couldn't spend much time with old friends (hmm, where did that come from?). I stopped to get a cinnamon bun at the Dunkin Donuts, and they gave me too many donuts, I realized when I got the bag back to the convention center. Far too many. For some reason it was alarming and problematic to have so many donuts. There was something in the dream about a mathematical formula everyone was trying to find; we eventually found it rolled up in a scroll and stuffed in a birdfeeder. Finally, it was time for my presentation: and so I attempted to give what was supposed to be a live industrial music performance but which consisted largely of tapping rhythmically on a wooden desk with my hands. I could tell I was losing my audience, and picking up a big metal hammer and smacking the wall with it didn't save me.
In another dream, my family, assembled for some holiday, was being plagued 7-foot-tall scary monsters that lived out on the moors. (There are no moors in central Ohio, so far as I know, but whatever.) They could somehow get in the house undetected, and then they would attack. We were pretty good at fending them off -- you had to stab at their eyes with kitchen knives, not so easy when they're 7-footers -- but the attacks came at random and we were in a constant state of fear. We knew somehow we had to take the fight out to the moors and eradicate them for good, but we didn't know how. Our dog (we don't have one) said he'd find a way, but we were skeptical.
Nothing so weird as a dream someone I know from a mailing list had, involving Santa Claus and an invasion of idolatrous cartoon chickens as imagined by H.P. Lovecraft, but weird enough.
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Finally, I am going to see a flea circus tomorrow night.
J. had a crappy day at work yesterday, with many things deeply symbolic of what's wrong with the place and the way it's run and the dead-endedness of it all. And then...
As the day wore on and got crappier, she checked her e-mail and saw, to her surprise, a job posting for a place where she really wants to work, and a kind of job that she could do with no difficulty. And it helps that the person who is the boss of the person who would be her boss can be a reference on her resume.
So she's going for it.
It's not all roses and song, of course, as her current co-workers constitute, to a large extent, our only social circle here, and there might be some Awkwardness (we can't afford to move, and the job would be only in Cambridge anyway). But she feels her part-time assistant could easily step into her current job, so it's not like she'd be leaving them high and dry.
(Sadly, she certainly won't be priming her assistant for that today, as said assistant learned this afternoon of an unexpected death in her family, adding to the miasma of doubt and uncertainty at work.)
It's very odd. "If only," she has said for a long time, even before taking her current job, "there were an opening where I used to work before grad school." And now there are 8.
So we shall see. I hope she gets it. Last night and this morning before she went off to work were a flurry of resume-updating and stress. And cookies, so that's all right.
As for me, my boss keeps giving me time off to do the grad student thing. (And yet here I am. But then, that makes it a 4-day weekend. *Plenty* of time to do some work...)
----
I have officially decided not to take my barbarian chicks show on the road; I have withdrawn from the Scotland conference in April. I'd be presenting pretty much exactly the same paper as before, and it's expensive, much as I'd like to go to Scotland. But if we travel anywhere this spring we'd rather visit friends in either France or Italy. That is, if we travel at all; if J. starts a new job that might be tricky.
----
Weird dreams last night.
In one, I was at a conference, bummed I couldn't spend much time with old friends (hmm, where did that come from?). I stopped to get a cinnamon bun at the Dunkin Donuts, and they gave me too many donuts, I realized when I got the bag back to the convention center. Far too many. For some reason it was alarming and problematic to have so many donuts. There was something in the dream about a mathematical formula everyone was trying to find; we eventually found it rolled up in a scroll and stuffed in a birdfeeder. Finally, it was time for my presentation: and so I attempted to give what was supposed to be a live industrial music performance but which consisted largely of tapping rhythmically on a wooden desk with my hands. I could tell I was losing my audience, and picking up a big metal hammer and smacking the wall with it didn't save me.
In another dream, my family, assembled for some holiday, was being plagued 7-foot-tall scary monsters that lived out on the moors. (There are no moors in central Ohio, so far as I know, but whatever.) They could somehow get in the house undetected, and then they would attack. We were pretty good at fending them off -- you had to stab at their eyes with kitchen knives, not so easy when they're 7-footers -- but the attacks came at random and we were in a constant state of fear. We knew somehow we had to take the fight out to the moors and eradicate them for good, but we didn't know how. Our dog (we don't have one) said he'd find a way, but we were skeptical.
Nothing so weird as a dream someone I know from a mailing list had, involving Santa Claus and an invasion of idolatrous cartoon chickens as imagined by H.P. Lovecraft, but weird enough.
----
Finally, I am going to see a flea circus tomorrow night.
