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 Hi, you lot...

So, since my concentration is shot, I have a couple of questions for you all:

• What are your thoughts on job interviews? Advice, suggestions, warnings that I ought to not wear a tshirt to work that day, questions that I ought to ask the bosses are all sought after.
• What is your favourite non-blogger blog provider? Given that blogger will no longer allow me to use ftp to update my website (suggesting instead that I let google host my site or move to blogspot), I need a new solution. Keep in mind that anything we choose will have to vetted by my server guru, and it's unlikely that I'm going to move the archives over to a new system.
• Melbourne?

Labels: accent issues, astronomy, blogger, holy crap they gave me an interview, internet famous, jobs

 Ouchies...

On a draft job app, about organising conferences: Obviously this involved soothing the egos of irascible academics and encouraging them to work together towards a common goal of not embarrassing the fuck out of the rest of us.

And with a day to go, I've submitted all things due in January, including the one that I really really want, that I may have jinxed simply by wanting it. I refuse to believe that I actually managed to address the selection criteria in the way that they wanted, but I'm hoping I scraped through because a few awesome people said that boss should consider me.

Now I just want this pain to go away!

Labels: astronomy, jobs, suck, teeth

 Why you should hire me...

I am interested in moving into <type x> simulations and in looking at <field of research>, I speak a tiny amount of German, have been there once and I think I would be perfect for this job.

Also, my face is kinda greenish-yellow.

Yours,
Catherine

Labels: drowning in the sea of apathy that is your kindness, jobs, sickly-Cat

 My teeth hurt...

One of these days I'm going to pick up a "fabulously witty" romance novel, about a woman whose been in a relationship with the man she loves and has been with for five years, and it's not going to be about how she "comes of age" / "comes to terms" / "comes to grief" / "comes to realise that she never needed him and is much better off with this fling who has wandered into her life and has a giant schlong". Some of those "going nowhere" relationships work out just fine, I'm sure.

Also, I'm going to pick up a book in which the author isn't the best friend / housemate character who helps our leading lady through. Because not everyone has a best friend /housemate who just happens to be a writer / poet / famous female comedian with a taste for being crude (really, Wendy Harmer? Did you think that was subtle or something?). Some of us have childcare workers and personal assistants and students for best mates, and we get along fine.

I think a week off work may be too much. I'm going insane here.

Labels: books, desperation in action, sending our love down the well, sickly-Cat

 And now to bed...

Home again, with four more teeth in a jar and a tongue that tingles on one side like pins and needles.

Labels: hungry, sickly-Cat, teeth, tired

 So...

Going in for surgery today. Will be back later with no wisdom teeth.

Total removed teeth at 9:30am: 16.

Labels: hungry, Scaredy-Cat, teeth

 Raising money for a good cause...

I'm offering to make a bookmark of your favourite fictional character for the highest donation bid to help_haiti. Bidding closes on the 20th, American time, and the bookmark should be posted by February.

I may also offer an amigurumi katamari if I can find the time to make both and think anyone will want it.

Labels: auction, charity, crafty-Cat

 Really pissed off now...

Fuck you, Safari. And your lamearse implementation of adblock too.

ETA: And fuck everyone in this house too. 12 GB in 12 days, that's a new record. Time to investigate getting my own damn internet for the sake of not being on dial up for half the month.

Labels: the internet is for porn, the title image on my blog is not an ad you morons, web stuff

 Eep, I'm so slack...

So, how about yuletide, eh? I think I wrote here that I was feeling way too swamped with finishing the PhD to sign up this time around, and it's still true that the thought of committing to something else with deadlines gives me more stress than the thought of submitting another job application (I'm working on another due on Friday, but I'm not that stressed, honest).

But that's not the point. The point is that I did end up writing a Monkey Island stocking stuffer for someone called Nic, entitled "The Elaine Song". It's very silly, but I'm told it made several people laugh, which is really all I ever wanted out of it. Poor old Guybrush, he's so silly.

That's not even the point. The real point is that I did participate in a satellite exchange, where the good people of yuletide sent each other boxes or packets of candy. I may not be able to commit to writing, but shopping for chocolate is one thing I can always find time for. And as for receiving chocolate....... YUM! Made my Christmas, it did.

So, here is a big thank you to bluebrocade, who sent me a lovely package of chocolate from Chocolate Heaven in San Francisco and a little hot chocolate mug as well. So delicious, and cute too!

Labels: apologies, christmas, dairy farmers, death by chocolate, it's about singing and dancing and making people happy, monkey island, writing, yuletide

 Well, crud...

Realised this morning that I uploaded the version of the file with the section on research in astronomy education instead of the version without. Wasn't meant to do that.

I still have another 9 applications to go. Maybe I'll manage to get one of those right.

Labels: a pity party for one, astronomy, Catheirne can't do anything right, jobs