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sherlockfest is galloping closer and closer, and I am sitting on a mostly-empty playlist for my contribution; do you have any idea how hard it is to come up with a fanmix for The Hound of the Baskervilles? Pretty darn heck hard. At this point I'm pretty much tossing in anything that has even a whiff of the moor. I'm sure that it will all gel at some point, but I probably shouldn't have signed up for a fanmix challenge when my driving motivation to do so was because I had already designed the cover art in my head. (It's really cool, you guys.)
Kind of a slow start to the week. I felt like I was running in a different timezone for most of the day; constantly a few hours behind the rest of the world. I met with my professor and we finally think we've ironed out the payment schedule for my last semester of graduate research. The graduate department only sanctions students for three semesters of guaranteed paid work, so we have circumvented the system and gone through the English Department instead. (Not that any of you really give a whoop where my paycheck comes from; I can't believe I'm padding out a journal entry with red tape. I'm twenty-six, my life should be more interesting than this.) I'm still on the fence about the job at the International Center. I need to e-mail that guy tomorrow and ask for a firmer set of parameters. I mean, ten to twelve hours of work per week will not be enough time to launch a full-scale, community-wide ESL program. It just won't. And, not to sound cheap, but if I am going to devote myself to this, I want to make sure that I am compensated for my time. So far, the Center has not provided any kind of verifying paperwork as to a payment schedule or, really, anything that resembles an outline for the position. I'M SORRY. THIS IS GETTING BORING AGAIN. I tried coming up with a metaphor that made it sound more interesting, but the only thing I could come up with was a stripper metaphor -- "for that amount of money you can get the lap dance, but not the happy ending" -- and those are words which should never be written in the same paragraph as Boss and My.
We'll see how it all goes.
sherlockfest is galloping closer and closer, and I am sitting on a mostly-empty playlist for my contribution; do you have any idea how hard it is to come up with a fanmix for The Hound of the Baskervilles? Pretty darn heck hard. At this point I'm pretty much tossing in anything that has even a whiff of the moor. I'm sure that it will all gel at some point, but I probably shouldn't have signed up for a fanmix challenge when my driving motivation to do so was because I had already designed the cover art in my head. (It's really cool, you guys.)Kind of a slow start to the week. I felt like I was running in a different timezone for most of the day; constantly a few hours behind the rest of the world. I met with my professor and we finally think we've ironed out the payment schedule for my last semester of graduate research. The graduate department only sanctions students for three semesters of guaranteed paid work, so we have circumvented the system and gone through the English Department instead. (Not that any of you really give a whoop where my paycheck comes from; I can't believe I'm padding out a journal entry with red tape. I'm twenty-six, my life should be more interesting than this.) I'm still on the fence about the job at the International Center. I need to e-mail that guy tomorrow and ask for a firmer set of parameters. I mean, ten to twelve hours of work per week will not be enough time to launch a full-scale, community-wide ESL program. It just won't. And, not to sound cheap, but if I am going to devote myself to this, I want to make sure that I am compensated for my time. So far, the Center has not provided any kind of verifying paperwork as to a payment schedule or, really, anything that resembles an outline for the position. I'M SORRY. THIS IS GETTING BORING AGAIN. I tried coming up with a metaphor that made it sound more interesting, but the only thing I could come up with was a stripper metaphor -- "for that amount of money you can get the lap dance, but not the happy ending" -- and those are words which should never be written in the same paragraph as Boss and My.
We'll see how it all goes.
