Stayin' Alive (Not An Addict)
Dec. 4th, 2009 01:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jhetiAlmost there.
I'll be so happy when this is actually all done for reals.
Too exhausted to finish the timelog/wrap/memos.
Finished the website and alternates for the design. Long nasty story that I don't want to rehash, 'cause it only happened because I'm so tired all the time. No other reason.
So much of this semester has been my own damn fault, and I will not at all be sorry to see it over with.
I'll finally get to stop spinning plates for what, fifteen whole days?
Burnout, I'm pretty sure I am working on a whopping case of it.
OTOH, I now know some things about some professors in my fields. Like the fact that they're really awesome people, who know really cool things, but they demand carrying forty-odd pounds of dead tree, WHICH you have to photocopy yourself, out of your own pocket, actually costing more than the typical $60-$85 communications/social science text.
To say nothing of trying to get the papers away from the Reserve desk so that you CAN photocopy them.
God almighty. You'd think I was after the Presidential suitcase with the nuclear codes inside.
And heaven forfend you should want to SCAN the books, so you can get four sheets to a page instead of two. The screaming leviathan BEAST of a machine on the third floor probably emits frequencies only bats can hear. No lie, it makes the table tremble.
This entry had a point but it escapes me.
I put XI and Up into my queue and intend to watch them back to back to back to back to back upon their arrival.
I'll be so happy when this is actually all done for reals.
Too exhausted to finish the timelog/wrap/memos.
Finished the website and alternates for the design. Long nasty story that I don't want to rehash, 'cause it only happened because I'm so tired all the time. No other reason.
So much of this semester has been my own damn fault, and I will not at all be sorry to see it over with.
I'll finally get to stop spinning plates for what, fifteen whole days?
Burnout, I'm pretty sure I am working on a whopping case of it.
OTOH, I now know some things about some professors in my fields. Like the fact that they're really awesome people, who know really cool things, but they demand carrying forty-odd pounds of dead tree, WHICH you have to photocopy yourself, out of your own pocket, actually costing more than the typical $60-$85 communications/social science text.
To say nothing of trying to get the papers away from the Reserve desk so that you CAN photocopy them.
God almighty. You'd think I was after the Presidential suitcase with the nuclear codes inside.
And heaven forfend you should want to SCAN the books, so you can get four sheets to a page instead of two. The screaming leviathan BEAST of a machine on the third floor probably emits frequencies only bats can hear. No lie, it makes the table tremble.
This entry had a point but it escapes me.
I put XI and Up into my queue and intend to watch them back to back to back to back to back upon their arrival.
