SB is off at his second interview in 7 days. He gets home Thursday night, and then I leave on Tuesday for another interview. We both have been going constantly for months now with very little down time, and I’m so tired of it. I’m really ready to be done with this part of our life so that we can move on to the next chapter together. That’s what teams do, right?
Item #1: Earlier in the week I helped my best friend load the moving truck that is going to convey MOST of her family’s worldly possessions to the East Coast, where she starts a job in about ten days. It was bittersweet – I love helping people move and dispatching friends for big adventures, but it will be sad to not have her around, and I will miss her greatly.
Item #2: In the next ten days, SB will hit both coasts as he interviews for Real Jobs. He is stressed out and anxious as he’s prepping for travel and presentations while at the same time working on a class and his CAS project. I really wish I could be more helpful but (1) I can’t and (2) I have my own pile of work and applications to worry about. The only significant bite on my hunt has come in the form of extensive reference-checking – no new interviews, and a rejection letter from the one interview I did have in May.
Item #3: Last week I worked with my gyne instructor friends for probably the last time, at least en masse. The next major teaching session isn’t until January, and by hook or by crook we should be out of here by then. Working with this program was such a blessing, and I am deeply grateful for this experience for a variety of reasons.
Seriously, if someone could give me some indication where we’re going to be living in two months, that would be awesome.
I’m DONE!!!!11!!1!!! for the semester. I’m honestly fairly happy with the paper, which is significant as I wrote it in less than 24 hours.
I just came from a very positive meeting with my adviser wherein we discussed my CAS project, as well as the current half-assed job hunt. She’s not keen on me leaving, but it’s not her decision, and when I told her more about the primary promising opportunity, she got excited about it as well. We brainstormed on the project for a bit, and I owe her a proposal in a couple of months. I’m fine with all of these things.
It is 81 outside, and I’m looking forward to working in the yard tonight and NOT suffering from overwhelming guilt because I’m not accomplishing something else.
On a less bright and sunny note, I had another panic attack this morning at work. I say ‘another’ because it occurs to me that at least part of the misery and headachey stress of last week was probably panic attack-y things. It’s been a couple of years since I had a bad bout of depression, so I’ve sort of forgotten the side effects. Here’s hoping that the dramatically decreased stress level coupled with a bunch of yoga and exercise and sunshine will keep this one at bay.
I stumbled across this article this morning. It’s all about the economics of PhDs – rather, it’s about the total glut of PhDs on the market, in comparison with the relative lack of growth in demand for PhDs in tenure-track jobs. It’s not a happy thing.