I think I've told the story here before of my colleague in graduate school who went into his annual review with a wild west style holster and two pistols (very obviously fake, and nobody who knew the man would have thought for a minute it was a serious thing).
If I get asked in my annual review (we're doing them in March, this year, marking the 3rd different annual review process in my 3.5 years of employment) where I want to be in 5 years the answer will certainly be "not working here." In fact, if I'm working here in 1 year I'll be sorry. In 5 years I'd also like to be: neither pregnant nor breastfeeding and with children who sleep through the night; a homeowner; not living in the south, or anyplace else it doesn't snow; possessed of a desire for an actual career.
Also, in 5 years I'll be 38. Ugh.
I'll be 40! Good lord. I am about to have a When Harry Met Sally moment and not the good one.
Also, in 5 years I'll be 38. Ugh.
Ha. This is the moment where we old people¹ chime in and say things like ... 5 years??? 9 months!
I don't know where I want to be in five years, period. It scares me, and has always been my weakness. By "it" I mean the future.
¹ This is the window for people older than me to tell me I've picked the wrong lawn.
Standing with Hec in the "saying goodbye to the 40s" corner.
Also, in 5 years I'll be 38. Ugh.
What-EV. I'll be 38 in a hair under 4 months.
My evaluations are fairly painless (though pointless, as nobody in admin or clerical on the university side has gotten a raise in 3-4 years). The only stressy thing is that my boss keeps wanting me to take accounting classes. I would rather push rusty nails through my lower lip.
You know what? I don't think I ever knew your exact age before, msbelle. Funny.
The numbers don't get me. Except when they are funny and cliches that I don't really buy into happen. How quickly I can burn through a decade, now that can alarm me....
It's like a cascade of curmudgeonness.
I, for the record, don't mind being about to be 38. Except for the part where it terrifies me that I haven't done enough yet. But I've (honestly) been feeling that way since I was ten, so I'm thousands of dollars of therapy away from not having that panic.
