I totally hear you. But at least there's the chance that your life won't be dominated by the job search this year - without months of applications and interviews to do, you might have more time for organizing (or breathing!). And maybe next year you won't have to move across the continent :)
Yesterday I discovered that there is a sound stage outside my building, not far from my office, for entertaining the students during Orientation week. Guess I'll be working at home.
We don't start until Thursday--thank goodness, as I'm still tweaking my syllabi! And good luck to you, as well, whenever you start. It sounds like you're settling in very well.
See, if I wasn't an insane procrastinator, I could have taken the weekend off. Alas, such is not the case, and here I am, trying to figure out what kind of Egyptian literature to assign in Week 4. Go me!
But I saw in your letter that you had to work over the holiday, and was strangely cheered. Misery loves company?
well, seems to me like procrastination is possibly not alone this year in forcing you to work over the weekend. After all, you have had rather alot of action over the last few weeks. Moving, for instance. I realize it is old hat to you, but no matter how used to it you are, seems like that, and the obnoxious class you have to teach, and coming in from England not so long ago, and the prospect of not seeing the B.H. for longer than you'd like, etc. etc. might actually be part of why you're working on stuff up until the lastish minute. Which isn't to say that I don't believe you when you say that you're an insane procrastinator, but. You see?
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Yesterday I discovered that there is a sound stage outside my building, not far from my office, for entertaining the students during Orientation week. Guess I'll be working at home.
Do your classes start tomorrow? Break a leg!
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(And yeah, with the work. You've got to do it when it's there to do, is my unfortunate situation.)
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But I saw in your letter that you had to work over the holiday, and was strangely cheered. Misery loves company?
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