Safe travels, omnis.
My baby has a theory of mind!
Oh, that is way too cool.
I talked to my two year old niece on the phone this morning. She has a vomiting bug, the poor little thing. "I have a poorly tummy, Auntie Nay!" she said, in a tone that communicated a truly exceptional amount of pride. Her mother is significantly less impressed.
We've spent the day doing preliminary house-buying research, driving through the suburbs around Derby, where one of my two proposed PhD universities is based. I'm somewhat depressed, as every suburb we can afford is apparently located on a hellmouth. I wouldn't mind so much, except that the supervisors and research group at Derby are fab, and it's my preference of the two. The other uni, Leeds, is of course a beautiful town with gorgeous, more-or-less affordable houses in lovely places. Because my lifelong search for irony just hasn't been fulfilled enough yet.
We did get a fantastic pub lunch in the Derbyshire countryside, though. Beef and Guinness pie! Profiteroles! Not so good for the diet, but yum.
Have landed. Early! Waiting for gate. Ear plugs + noise cancelling headphones = sleep on a plane. Could still hear baby, but it helped a ton. The vibrations seemed to freak her out the most.
Pix, can't do too late myself. I have to be in Irvine by 8:45. Oy. 405 on Monday rush hour.
Ugh. Slept most of the day, still hurt, and got another job rejection. Also saw that the place where I had a phone interview has invited a bunch of people for campus interviews, and I am not one of them, but I kind of didn't expect to be, because I did horribly at that phone interview. I seem to be doing better than average at getting interviews, but then worse than average at getting a second interview once I've had the first.
Hi. I forgot what I'd meant to be saying.
Aw, Leeds! Leeds is a lovely city! Sorry it doesn't have the academic stuff you want, though.
Oh, Hil, damn it. Wishing you much job-ma.
Sneaky!Ryan slays me.
Civil Unrest Update: so far, so good! Tentative yay!
Sneaky!Ryan slays me.
And you'll never see it coming! If you're easily taken in by the "Look! Over there!" school of deception.
Hello, hello! Look at me! Using the internet to Not Work.
Which is good, actually, instead of a Bad Thing, strangely enough.
I have 1 on-line English 101 that started almost two weeks ago that is kicking my ass (learning the platform, creating templates, ALL grammar exercises the first week -- ugh, and have another on-line 101 class at the same uni that starts 3.14, and I scored two more face-to-face junior-level writing classes at a tech college in KC, which start 3/15.
I am busy, and will be busier. But I will also be GETTING PAID for the first time since October, which is OMG so awesome. I feel like I finally have real insight into what housewives pre-60's felt like: "Please, honey, may I have $2 for milk."
Totally not a dis on my fiance, who has been awesome about me being unemployed, but, man, it has fucking grated on my feminism and my fucking pride. HATES DEPENDENCY, precious.
I am happy to see everyone, and have totally just skimmed the last 50 posts or so, so I hope everything is well.
Erin, that paycheck is going to feel so damned good. I am happy for you.
