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Feb. 1st, 2007 10:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
froggy_dearI had me a big day.
First there was the waking up crying thing. Still weirding me out, almost as much as the dream where I got shot in the head and the dream went black. Today's business left me really emotional in the morning. Very wet eyes, ready to cry at annoy moment. No embarrassment at work, though.
At work I'm entering a portion of the archives into the database and rehousing it. Well, that's what I thought I was doing. Turns out, they want me to enter the ENTIRE archives into the database and rehouse a portion of it. Not that I'll get through the whole archives in the time I have left here (and boy I am holding so much knowledge of those archives in my heads you would not believe it). But. Okay. So, I was like, "oh. I'd been told I was only working on OPA." Apparently not. So we all (my three supervisors and me) sat around a table and worked out the logistics of entering these other archives into the database and labeling. Let me point out here: I have three supervisors. I am the only one doing the work. They are telling me what to do. I am trying to follow what they say, but it doesn't always get through. Like the whole doing the ENTIRE archives business. I'm not mad, just frustrated. Luckily they all respect me and think I'm patient, intelligent, responsible, capable, and independently motivated, so that's good. Nonetheless, it is going to take some training to replace me in the job that I'm doing right now. It's both complicated and straightforward, but it helps to have a knowledge of the entire archives, which are in a post-it notes shambles right now. /rant.
I only work till noon thirty on Thursdays, but I didn't have time to make a sandwich this morning, so I grabbed two packs of instant oatmeal. I think it's going to be my new school lunch. So easy! And filling! And easy!
Then I had a Wilson meeting. He looked over my resume and we talked about job searching and things of that nature. It was good and I left feeling like I'm capable of securing a job that I could begin once school is over. I look good on paper, dammit. Not as good as some folks, but pretty good.
And then there was thesis group. The class that I got rolling this quarter. And I feel like today is what I had envisioned. The past two classes had been... mixed. This one felt productive. But maybe it's just a mid-quarter euphoria before we come crashing back to earth.
When I got home, Daniel and I went to Target. Groceries are so much cheaper at Target! My eyes had not been open to this wonder before. Kraft Mac and Cheese is 62 cents a box! Brand name graham crackers for 2.00 a box! Wowie zowie!
And I was all hyped up on goofballs from my mate mocha. I'm coming down now though. I need to keep a supply of Mt. Dew on hand to keep me up at night. I do my best work at night.
First there was the waking up crying thing. Still weirding me out, almost as much as the dream where I got shot in the head and the dream went black. Today's business left me really emotional in the morning. Very wet eyes, ready to cry at annoy moment. No embarrassment at work, though.
At work I'm entering a portion of the archives into the database and rehousing it. Well, that's what I thought I was doing. Turns out, they want me to enter the ENTIRE archives into the database and rehouse a portion of it. Not that I'll get through the whole archives in the time I have left here (and boy I am holding so much knowledge of those archives in my heads you would not believe it). But. Okay. So, I was like, "oh. I'd been told I was only working on OPA." Apparently not. So we all (my three supervisors and me) sat around a table and worked out the logistics of entering these other archives into the database and labeling. Let me point out here: I have three supervisors. I am the only one doing the work. They are telling me what to do. I am trying to follow what they say, but it doesn't always get through. Like the whole doing the ENTIRE archives business. I'm not mad, just frustrated. Luckily they all respect me and think I'm patient, intelligent, responsible, capable, and independently motivated, so that's good. Nonetheless, it is going to take some training to replace me in the job that I'm doing right now. It's both complicated and straightforward, but it helps to have a knowledge of the entire archives, which are in a post-it notes shambles right now. /rant.
I only work till noon thirty on Thursdays, but I didn't have time to make a sandwich this morning, so I grabbed two packs of instant oatmeal. I think it's going to be my new school lunch. So easy! And filling! And easy!
Then I had a Wilson meeting. He looked over my resume and we talked about job searching and things of that nature. It was good and I left feeling like I'm capable of securing a job that I could begin once school is over. I look good on paper, dammit. Not as good as some folks, but pretty good.
And then there was thesis group. The class that I got rolling this quarter. And I feel like today is what I had envisioned. The past two classes had been... mixed. This one felt productive. But maybe it's just a mid-quarter euphoria before we come crashing back to earth.
When I got home, Daniel and I went to Target. Groceries are so much cheaper at Target! My eyes had not been open to this wonder before. Kraft Mac and Cheese is 62 cents a box! Brand name graham crackers for 2.00 a box! Wowie zowie!
And I was all hyped up on goofballs from my mate mocha. I'm coming down now though. I need to keep a supply of Mt. Dew on hand to keep me up at night. I do my best work at night.