Good grief.
Feb. 6th, 2002 05:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quislibetThis is my first day of work this week. And the last until Tuesday, according to the boss.
This is really weird and a bit disorienting, as it has been going on for a month now. Sure, there isn't much to do here until he finishes some projects, I'm getting paid for 20 hours a week no matter what, and he genuinely wants me to have plenty of time to work on my prospectus (never mind that I am squandering that time on trifles), but it still makes it harder for me to concentrate on what little work there is to be done when I'm here.
Oh well.
While I'm on campus today I suppose I may as well photocopy a bunch of articles and catch a later train home, as J. won't be getting in until late and the cats should have enough food to tide them over for an extra hour or two.
This is really weird and a bit disorienting, as it has been going on for a month now. Sure, there isn't much to do here until he finishes some projects, I'm getting paid for 20 hours a week no matter what, and he genuinely wants me to have plenty of time to work on my prospectus (never mind that I am squandering that time on trifles), but it still makes it harder for me to concentrate on what little work there is to be done when I'm here.
Oh well.
While I'm on campus today I suppose I may as well photocopy a bunch of articles and catch a later train home, as J. won't be getting in until late and the cats should have enough food to tide them over for an extra hour or two.
