Monday, January 23, 2006
when I work 12 hour days, 6 days a week, all I want to do is come home and watch TV dramas that say something to me about my life. damn the bastard TV. this week (and last) we're watching far too much House. I shouldn't be allowed to get TV episodes on DVD because I can't dole them out in a sensible fashion. it's like ice cream- all or none. at any rate, I decided that House is the show that most closely depicts my current job. there are "fellows" on House. I am a fellow! there's an ivy-covered medical school teaching facility on House. hey, that's where I work, kind of! House gets the tricky cases that other facilities can't figure out or have misdiagnosed. just like us!! we have 4 fellows- House has 3!
and while I have an eccentric and brilliant mentor (who is an addict just like House [though a cigarette addiction doesn't carry the same stigma as House's vicodin]), he's no misanthrope. he's a people person, and everyone loves him. and that's where my little fantasy falls apart.
p.s. Hugsband is grading science fair reports, and he said that several of his students thanked stores in the acknowledgements section of their papers. as in: "I would like to thank Stop & Shop Grocery for having all of the materials I needed." why didn't I think of that when I wrote up my dissertation? will the sporting goods store where I bought my golfer's wrist counters ever forgive me?
and while I have an eccentric and brilliant mentor (who is an addict just like House [though a cigarette addiction doesn't carry the same stigma as House's vicodin]), he's no misanthrope. he's a people person, and everyone loves him. and that's where my little fantasy falls apart.
p.s. Hugsband is grading science fair reports, and he said that several of his students thanked stores in the acknowledgements section of their papers. as in: "I would like to thank Stop & Shop Grocery for having all of the materials I needed." why didn't I think of that when I wrote up my dissertation? will the sporting goods store where I bought my golfer's wrist counters ever forgive me?
Saturday, January 07, 2006
hey, guess what?! I am "on the short list" of applicants for a faculty position at a fancy pants midwestern university. if I get it, I can spend a year and a half obsessing about finding a house and learning about my new town rather than spending the next year and a half obsessing about finding a new job. isn't that rad? also, fancy pants u is just a short (but not too short) drive from all of our family.
Sunday, January 01, 2006
we spent time with our nieces over the holidays. we also visited friends with kids. I am still recovering from the exhaustion. the problem is with me- not with the babies. I don't know how to stand back and observe the kids and continue with adult conversation. I can only interact in full spastic mode, throwing kids and screaming. somehow I do fine at work when I have a little one to test or therapize (you wouldn't know that word- it's only for those of us in the biz). but in a purely social situation, however, there are no holds barred. and it doesn't end until I have a backache and am hoarse.
ah, brave little Hugsband! he must have been very bad this year. look at the lump of coal santa brought him.
