Colorless Green Ideas Unintentionally Amusing In Person
Wednesday, October 29, 2003
I am extremely pushy lately. Today I've chased down two more contacts—one local, one in Texas—simply by battering away at the tenuous link that I have with them. Do you think if I really work the “six degrees of separation” theory and bother everyone I know, I can get a personal interview at Yale?
You would think, would you not, that if an organization says that they offer educational job shadows, that they would return calls about said job shadows. And yet, I wait.
I must say that choosing to pursue a career not directly supported by my undergraduate college (they don’t offer the specific program I’m considering), makes this whole grad-school-prep thing much more difficult. I have to dig up all of the contacts and information without the assistance of a well-informed mentor.
I know that I really want to shift careers, and I know what I want to shift to, which I guess is good, but, my god, the research and prep is like walking through knee-deep molasses.
My mother keeps asking if there are alternatives to graduate school, which, of course, there are. And if someone comes out of the woodwork and offers me a paid dramaturgical internship or a job in theater-patron education, I will jump right on that. But graduate school will get me some more letters after my name (helpful in academic fields), and some additional experience, which I need. I think my mom was secretly hoping that we’d have a baby, and I’ve thrown this major wrench into her grandchild hopes. I’m certainly not going to have a baby while I’m trying to get an MFA. The kitty is enough for now.
The alarm went off at 7am this morning, and, in spite of the fact that I went to bed at 12:30, and therefore got less than the preferred 8-10 hours of sleep, I was not tired, and, consequently, got up and started my day. Now, however, the tiredness left over from this morning has crept up, and is nestled thuggishly on my shoulder, I am too tired to do anything useful, and instead keep thinking “I should do (insert work task here)”, and consider it briefly before clicking dully on another link to another website. Not good, considering that I seem to be developing a habit. This may hinder my career if I continue. Or maybe not, considering what some of the other people who work in this organization get away with.
There’s other, whiney stuff that I keep wanting to get all boo-hoo about, but I think I shall refrain. I can’t think of a way to disguise it sufficiently-well, so it sounds suave and intelligent—it just sounds like whining.