To illustrate how much I despise my current mode of employment: I realized today that I drink water constantly so that my bladder will interrupt and force me from my desk, if only for a few moments. Not to say that the bathroom is an oasis- it smells of old, unwashed woman, although no one there could be over 45 ( Read more... )

One way to stave off the tedium of a long workday is, of course, the news. Although I dabble in the pleasures of feeds dedicated to serving up tailor made news for my easy consumption, I’m really a Times girl. I know my way around a newspaper; with one in my hands I’ve a relaxed routine, a combination of skim and read which leaves me pretty ( Read more... )

In the cubicle next to me they are talking about first kisses: a discussion engendered by the hire of a young, rather foppish, blond man ( Read more... )

I'm not really ready for Alan Greenspan to retire. Not that he's maybe so great, but I am so used to his large glasses and reassuring smile. The new guy already makes me nervous- I would have much preferred that harvard professor they were talking up. I feel old; greenspan was chairman of the fed since I was four. As it is, maybe Alan will have ( Read more... )

Today was a banner day, of sorts. Although I had to get up far too early, the day was class New England scarf weather at its finest. I cleverly predicted that the MBTA trip planner would over estimate the speed of its buses, and arrived exactly in time to watch Harvard Square wake up. My interview ended up taking 3 hours and three cups of coffee. I ( Read more... )

Today on the ride home from Cambridge there was a man rowing in the Charles, and it was such an epitomy of solitude and grace that I forgave whoever made a poster out of it and hung it on the walls of corperate offices everywhere. I'm not sure that I would be a good rower, or if I would actually enjoy it- but if the opportunity arises to skim along ( Read more... )

Going to a party and meeting people was a pleasant change, particuarly as recent job developments have lessed stress in at least some parts of my life. If I get this grant writing job, I will basically have to lie down in the middle of Government Center and let anyone who wants kick me in the stomach. There were hosts of interesting folk at the ( Read more... )

I dreamt last night that I was in a job interview and it was going well. Suddenly, the interviwer stopped what she was doing and said, very seriously, "Do you think that you're arrogant?" In the dream at this point things began to move into the realm of magical realism: bugs streamed out of my mouth instead of words and she fed me jelly sandwiches ( Read more... )

So. All that complaining about the awful job market and my dismal failure to penetrate it was apparenlty premature. I have a job, which I am to start monday, which (while in an industry I am not attracted to) pays well and comes with friendly people and a close location. Also, I have an interview this friday for a really sexy position at Harvard. ( Read more... )

I remember why I love this story; halfway through I always find my stomach clenched in very audible pain at the violation occuring during the main character's surgery. Perhaps not the best choice for my first foray into Positivism. (ha ha) Although I feel better, in general. I highly reccomend this story; I'm not sure how to talk about it without ( Read more... )