In which I complain
Apr. 16th, 2004 10:56 amThe next four and a half months are going to contain a high proportion of utter hell. So much to do between now and September. It's hard to stay excited about the prospect of living in a foreign country -- yeah, I know, sucks to be me -- when, among other problems, I can't afford to go there and don't know how I'll support myself, since J.'s Fulbright isn't going to be enough for two.
And in other matters, in the short term, it's utterly amazing what a master of self-sabotage I am. My fifth or sixth absolute must-get-a-chapter done deadline is currently next week. Friday is the annual Roman Studies Conference here, and if nothing else I don't want to make tedious small talk with members of the department without being able to say I've turned in a chapter.
And yet over the last two days said chapter has progressed by less than a paragraph.
So anyway, today is another day where transportation vexations and a bad pastry (substituted -- I can only assume maliciously -- for the good one I actually ordered; but I did not discover this until I got to work, when I noticed its appalling lack of rasperry-ness and the lint stuck to the cheese) have got me off to a bad start, and a combination of an oversight on my part and my boss's passive-aggressiveness is making things worse.
But there's at least this to amuse me, very briefly, if I don't think too hard about what it represents. Edit, next day: ... work safe, unless you look at it in a way I originally had not, and I hope you don't, either.
Tune in next time, when you'll hear "Sonia K. Fascists" say, "this is what i used to get a longer thickerpenis fjord."
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Date: 2004-04-16 09:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-16 10:37 am (UTC)But I'll work something out. If nothing else, I'll take out another Stafford Loan, as I'll still be a student for at least part of the time.
As for French, I'll be okay if people will write down what they wish to say to me and give me an hour with a dictionary before I reply -- in English.