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bitchy_merlin) wrote2010-10-13 07:42 pm
bitchy_merlin) wrote2010-10-13 07:42 pm
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Ach. I had a lovely post typed up that I'd spent an embarrassingly long time laboriously typing up on my iPod, and then I touched the wrong part of the screen, and alas. No saved draft.
Clearly I will have to leave the mobile posting to another time.
Here's the summary:
The unthinkable has happened! I have an offer of employment with the local library; it's that Page job I interviewed for a week ago and honestly did not expect to get. It sounds awesome: 10-5 shifts on alternate Saturdays from now until March. At a library. I'm thrilled. But of course, there are drawbacks: my beautiful, wonderful, amazingly, stupendously awesome four hours of dance are also on Saturdays, from 10-2. And I really, really do not want to give that up. At the same time, though, going all year without a job is not exactly what I would call responsible. I just sent the woman who called me an email detailing my love of dance versusmy need for a paycheck I mean commitment to work. Now I am on tenterhooks waiting for a response that I may not even get. Oh, life.
Anyway, the second part of my original post was another burst of wtf. My dad texted me earlier being all "I have good news!!!". So I called him, curious about what it was. Mom's cancer in remission forever? David talking to someone? No; apparently they got a letter from Queen's that says that I am invited to a special speech-thing, on account of my being in the top three percent of all the people in my program. I was a bit underwhelmed at that, because, well, I thought the good news would be a bit more meaningful. High expectations and all that. Don't get me wrong, I'm still flattered that I did well and that I'm invited to this Dean's thing, but I don't see how it happened. I didn't really try for this. It just... occurred.
I typed the original post two and a half hours ago and have not done a scrap of homework since, which shows you exactly how much of my time is spent on the internet (ok, lies, half an hour was a Unicef meeting, and another chunk was me whining at my parents about dance vs job, but FOR THE MOST PART, no productivity whatsoever.)
I'm going to go remedy that now, as I have conveniently realized that I have not one but THREE chapters of cognitive psyc to catch up on before I can start studying for next week's midterm. TO THE BOOKS!
Clearly I will have to leave the mobile posting to another time.
Here's the summary:
The unthinkable has happened! I have an offer of employment with the local library; it's that Page job I interviewed for a week ago and honestly did not expect to get. It sounds awesome: 10-5 shifts on alternate Saturdays from now until March. At a library. I'm thrilled. But of course, there are drawbacks: my beautiful, wonderful, amazingly, stupendously awesome four hours of dance are also on Saturdays, from 10-2. And I really, really do not want to give that up. At the same time, though, going all year without a job is not exactly what I would call responsible. I just sent the woman who called me an email detailing my love of dance versus
Anyway, the second part of my original post was another burst of wtf. My dad texted me earlier being all "I have good news!!!". So I called him, curious about what it was. Mom's cancer in remission forever? David talking to someone? No; apparently they got a letter from Queen's that says that I am invited to a special speech-thing, on account of my being in the top three percent of all the people in my program. I was a bit underwhelmed at that, because, well, I thought the good news would be a bit more meaningful. High expectations and all that. Don't get me wrong, I'm still flattered that I did well and that I'm invited to this Dean's thing, but I don't see how it happened. I didn't really try for this. It just... occurred.
I typed the original post two and a half hours ago and have not done a scrap of homework since, which shows you exactly how much of my time is spent on the internet (ok, lies, half an hour was a Unicef meeting, and another chunk was me whining at my parents about dance vs job, but FOR THE MOST PART, no productivity whatsoever.)
I'm going to go remedy that now, as I have conveniently realized that I have not one but THREE chapters of cognitive psyc to catch up on before I can start studying for next week's midterm. TO THE BOOKS!