Close your eyes, clear your heart, cut the cord, Jars...
(Why does this make me think of
The Killers
?)
but am very worried that after the year I'd be out on my arse and have no job and no way to pay my bills. Eep.
True true true... but also:
The other issue is that I'd probably be better off applying for a PhD after working for the BM, even if only for a year.
It seems like this is a solid career move regardles, really. AND IT'S FUCKING COOL.
I'm sorry to hear about your sister, Connie.
Oh, I also wanted to say Go you! to Stephanie for getting out of that place. I know it must be hard, but working there was sucking up a bit of your soul.
And hello Betsy, I haven't seen you in ages!
Betsy!! Hello, I've MISSED you!
British Museum, Jars! Woo!
Okay. Am totally going to apply this weekend. I probably won't even get an interview anyway, and I can worry then if I do.
Betsy, good to see your pixels again! So sorry about the goddam migraines.
Jars, Apply! Apply like the Wind!