For a while now I’ve felt like something’s been missing. Then I realized it’s been way too long since I’ve had a good quality, long-winded, inappropriate mental breakdown on this blog.
Let’s have at it, shall we!
Recently I’ve made a timetable for the rest of my PhD work. The results were sobering to say the least. There are three possible outcomes.
1) Submit my dissertation by next summer which allows me to apply for jobs for next fall (2010), the process for which begins this fall. Special note—I’d be applying at one of the worst times ever for university positions. Go me.
2) Submit next fall, apply for jobs for the following year (2011) and until then flounder around somewhere with part-time teaching work. Or potentially prostitution. Depends on the job market conditions.
3) Not submit at all as my student visa expires at the beginning of 2011 and I am way too cheap to renew that bad boy. This results in the ‘Flight of Shame’ as I return to the states and get a job working a fryolator* to pay off my remaining undergrad student loan debt. Good times.
Basically what this all comes down to is that I have a shit ton of work to do in a very short period of time. What is making this extra distressing for me is that I feel like I’ve barely seen anything of England and I’ve lived here for four freaking years already. Bloody hell.
Once I get back from digging in October, it’s going to be all hands on deck on the good ship Hurry The F*ck Up. The theme songs fueling this period of hysteria will be The Final Countdown and the song that keeps playing on my ipod no matter how many times I reset the shuffle, Under Pressure. Go figure.
On top of all of this, there is my marathon dilemma. There’s no chance I can do one in the fall so I’m shooting for the spring. I currently have two in the running: Rome and London. However, my participation in the latter is up to the ballot which doesn’t get announced until October, so there’s no use worrying about that till then. A friend of mine is also trying to entice me to run the Neolithic Marathon with her. It’s mostly a trail race, which in and of itself is not bad except when you factor in typical English weather. I have a feeling I’d have to run it wearing Wellies and a full body condom just to make it through in one piece. Not exactly an attractive proposition at the moment.
So what does all this crap mean for you guys? Well, our relationship is going to be kinda rocky over the next year or so to say the least. There will be stretches of time when I’ll be fine and posting my usual drivel, other times when I’ll be MIA and still others when I'll freak out and threaten to leave you all permanently but then come crawling back two days later and beg you to take me back a la Razz. I’ll sorta be like that crazy crying drunk chick you accidentally pick up at a party and end up regretting later. But not so much that you won’t keep coming back for random booty calls when your social life hits a lull and you need a self-esteem boost.
So yeah, that’s what I’m dealing with right now. I’ve got two months left before I head off to excavate so I’m trying to crank out some pages before I go. I’m also trying to get into decent shape for the excavation but I keep falling off the strength training wagon which isn’t doing my stress levels any good. Eh, life sucks sometimes.
All right, that’s WAY more than enough of my bitching. Hope you’re all doing well. Catch up with you when I can. (Maybe sometime in 2012?)
Ran Tuesday night and this morning. Yay for finally getting off my ever-expanding ass!
*Archaeology has a lack of transferable skills. Who knew?