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May. 2nd, 2013 08:57 pmLast week was frenetically busy, and Peter was up here for the weekend, so that was too. But on Monday I proctored my final exam. and then drove him home,* and so now I'm DONE.
And at a bit of a loss, too.
Partly, it's the classic feeling of being at a loose end when you no longer have to do something stressful; but there's also the practical aspects. What with end-of-term stress, I have made no plans for the summer; and this is a problem when my paychecks from MECA are about to dry up, and leave me paying child support directly into the bargain.
I suppose I ought to look for a job for the summer, but that's going to be problematic:
1) First, I am no good at job searches.
2) Second, getting any sort of summer-job-thing is going to be complicated by the fact that I am also going to be hosting Peter for a couple of week-long stints over the summer, and possibly also going to England to see my Mom. Employers tend to be less than supportive of this in potential employees.
3) Finally, what I should *really* be doing is finding a permanent, full-time job; or at least something more closely resembling one. Which gets us back to the problem of figuring out what THAT would be.
What I may do - what I am frankly INCLINED to do - is just take the summer off. Well, ok, not OFF: I'll be working for the book company (albeit probably not for many hours, much less enough to pay the bills), and I'll do some temping (for one thing, it's almost certain they'll want people to re-erect that concert stage) and maybe some online editing work. And I'd try to figure out what I want to do with my life, and apply for some of the resulting possibilities (plus maybe another Fulbright); and maybe write an e-textbook, because every World History textbook I've ever met is (a) vastly overpriced, and (b) deficient in one aspect or another.
And I'd actually be able to go to England, and to go see some of you.
Of course, I have no way to pay for this. Yes, I have sunk low enough that I am considering asking my Mom for a loan.**
* I originally wanted to write something about that, and Spring, and the fleetingness of Spring in New England, and the colors of the trees when the red maples are in blossom, and the interesting fact that you drive right by the key col separating Mt. Shaw from the Sandwich Range, though the key col is in fact a swamp, which as I drove home was alive with the song of frogs lookin' for looove. But my words fell a bit flat.
** Failing that, I may ask the BANK for a loan. Heck, I may go all-out and see whether they'd lend me a few thousand to go buy Berkshire Hathaway stock...
And at a bit of a loss, too.
Partly, it's the classic feeling of being at a loose end when you no longer have to do something stressful; but there's also the practical aspects. What with end-of-term stress, I have made no plans for the summer; and this is a problem when my paychecks from MECA are about to dry up, and leave me paying child support directly into the bargain.
I suppose I ought to look for a job for the summer, but that's going to be problematic:
1) First, I am no good at job searches.
2) Second, getting any sort of summer-job-thing is going to be complicated by the fact that I am also going to be hosting Peter for a couple of week-long stints over the summer, and possibly also going to England to see my Mom. Employers tend to be less than supportive of this in potential employees.
3) Finally, what I should *really* be doing is finding a permanent, full-time job; or at least something more closely resembling one. Which gets us back to the problem of figuring out what THAT would be.
What I may do - what I am frankly INCLINED to do - is just take the summer off. Well, ok, not OFF: I'll be working for the book company (albeit probably not for many hours, much less enough to pay the bills), and I'll do some temping (for one thing, it's almost certain they'll want people to re-erect that concert stage) and maybe some online editing work. And I'd try to figure out what I want to do with my life, and apply for some of the resulting possibilities (plus maybe another Fulbright); and maybe write an e-textbook, because every World History textbook I've ever met is (a) vastly overpriced, and (b) deficient in one aspect or another.
And I'd actually be able to go to England, and to go see some of you.
Of course, I have no way to pay for this. Yes, I have sunk low enough that I am considering asking my Mom for a loan.**
* I originally wanted to write something about that, and Spring, and the fleetingness of Spring in New England, and the colors of the trees when the red maples are in blossom, and the interesting fact that you drive right by the key col separating Mt. Shaw from the Sandwich Range, though the key col is in fact a swamp, which as I drove home was alive with the song of frogs lookin' for looove. But my words fell a bit flat.
** Failing that, I may ask the BANK for a loan. Heck, I may go all-out and see whether they'd lend me a few thousand to go buy Berkshire Hathaway stock...
