I'd like some crazy on the side

I'm wondering whether I would have been better off ordering fries instead of crazy. Neither are especially palatable. Fries have calories, however. There is that. On the other hand, crazy has, well, crazy in it. Not something I need. Calories, I can kind of ultimately justify (as much as Ed hates it). Crazy? A little more difficult.

When it rains, it pours.
And when it pours? It's time to build another freaking ark.

Two by two.

All I want, though, is to smack myself over the head with a two by four.

I had 3 interviews today, two of which got canceled. I have one tomorrow and five next week for a story I'm working on. A story that I may not even get the official go ahead to write. But I must keep at it. At least it's a part of my thesis (IhopeIhopeIhopeIhope).

I also have two internship applications due tomorrow. What fun! And did I mention that I have to re-write my resume because the other one went to document heaven when my laptop died last month? Oh yeah. I have to re-write my resume. And two cover letters.

This is the prostitution stage of science writership. Where you sell your wares to ANY bidder and hope you get a few dollar bills stuck in your bra at the end of the night.

That's right. I'm a ho.
Merry Christmas to you, too.

Dammit. Christmas cards.

I went grocery shopping this evening without a meltdown, though the fact that the store was out of damn near everything on my list (coffee filters! How can you not have 4-cup coffee filters?!?) probably helped. Now I have something in my fridge besides Thanksgiving leftovers rapidly acquiring mold.

But hey- if mold can live on that turkey, dammit, so can I!*

I'm also over a week behind on grading, and am getting another glut of papers tomorrow afternoon.

Are we having fun yet, kids?

Didn't think so.

Right now, I don't want to read anything else about:

mosquitoes
global warming
tires
globalization
Typhoid Mary
bacteria
AIDS
circumcision
engineering
viruses
blood
death

Yeah, things like that.

On a more positive note, I got my first real science writer job re-writing the website of a local(ish) psychiatrist. I know the field all too well. I have my formal interview next week, so we'll see how it goes. Gotta pay for New Zealand somehow... That 20-hour flight is looking better by the minute. Pop a Seroquel and happy happy me.

*No, Mom, really. There is no mold on the leftovers. Seriously. There isn't.

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2 comments:

mary said...

I hate overload! Been on it myself with all sorts of roadblocks on my path.
Be easy on yourself.
And don't eat the turkey, even without mold, at 1 week old! There I said it, I told you NOT to eat something. Happy now Carrie?
Just keep thinking "I think I can, I think I can, I think I can" and let whatever the outcome is be enough. Someday you'll look back and wonder what all the running around was for.
New Zealand awaits and I bet it'll be worth paying for the slow way if that's what does it. This is a real holiday gift to yourself which you deserve ever so much and I bet it cost piddle next to overpriced residential! And it's better therapy. /*********

Sarah said...

Don't read the papers tomorrow (World AIDS Day)!

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