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Oct. 20th, 2004 03:10 pmBleargh. That's today, in a nutshell. I still feel like I need to sleep for about three days, and I even got to bed at a decent hour last night (OK, it was midnight, but it still beats 1:30).
I spent a good chunk of the morning working on stuff for my advisor. Mostly it was reformatting a fairly long article she had sent me by e-mail (not as an attachment, mind you; cut and pasted). Good thing my "wait a minute, this is screwy" sense got tripped, because the article was in two parts and the second part was put in first. (The article is in French, and they have different conventions regarding introductory paragraphs and so forth, so sometimes it's harder to tell when something's not right.) So I got eight pages into the formatting and lo and behold, it's the beginning of the article! (Mutter, grumble, cut off the last eight pages and paste them where they belong, and go back to formatting.)
After I got that dealt with, I got into an argument with headers and footers and page numbers for a while. I finally won, thank you very much, but I still don't know why the page numbers ignored what I told them half the time. (I said Don't display number on first page, and it did anyway. So then I said Display number on first page, and it did. So I turned it off again, and then it finally listened to me. Ah, sweet mystery of Microsoft...)
So after that, I decided as long as it was a computer sort of day, I'd go work on my L10N midterm, the first part of which is due on the 23rd and is sort of half done. The only problem with that idea was that (a) it's sweltering in the lab, because the thermostat's two settings are Glacial and Inferno, and (b) I hadn't eaten anything yet and it was getting on for 2:30. I ended up printing out the prospectus forms for my case study instead, and then gave up and went in search of lunch. (Side note: why isn't there somewhere to buy food closer than 15 minutes' walk from Satterfield?)
Having had lunch, and having an hour and a half before I have to be back in the lab again for the L10N class, I decided to come home, so here I am. I had a large amount of caffeine with lunch, and it hasn't kicked in yet. If Satterfield had a nap room, I'd be there, but that's silly. Available coffee would be less silly.
Because it's humid out, I've got the next best thing to an afro going on, and I can't do anything about it.
On to better news: my grandfather is leaving the hospital today or tomorrow. Apparently he's going back to the rehab center for as long as it takes to find full-time home care, and then he's going home again. [EDIT: He broke his leg when he fell, so he's getting a cast put on tomorrow and going to rehab after that. The broken leg has slowed him down quite a bit, which in the long run is a good thing.]
The American Translation Studies Association finally decided to acknowledge my membership (which I've had since last spring) and put me on their listserv. It's nice to know I can back up what I put on my resume and my membership fee didn't just go out into the void someplace. (I should switch the listserv traffic to my gmail address; I've been using that for all sorts of stuff lately since I've got the space for it there.)
Hmm. I seem to be the Mistress of Parentheses today. That's what I get for writing down whatever comes into my head, I suppose. But what else is a journal for?
I spent a good chunk of the morning working on stuff for my advisor. Mostly it was reformatting a fairly long article she had sent me by e-mail (not as an attachment, mind you; cut and pasted). Good thing my "wait a minute, this is screwy" sense got tripped, because the article was in two parts and the second part was put in first. (The article is in French, and they have different conventions regarding introductory paragraphs and so forth, so sometimes it's harder to tell when something's not right.) So I got eight pages into the formatting and lo and behold, it's the beginning of the article! (Mutter, grumble, cut off the last eight pages and paste them where they belong, and go back to formatting.)
After I got that dealt with, I got into an argument with headers and footers and page numbers for a while. I finally won, thank you very much, but I still don't know why the page numbers ignored what I told them half the time. (I said Don't display number on first page, and it did anyway. So then I said Display number on first page, and it did. So I turned it off again, and then it finally listened to me. Ah, sweet mystery of Microsoft...)
So after that, I decided as long as it was a computer sort of day, I'd go work on my L10N midterm, the first part of which is due on the 23rd and is sort of half done. The only problem with that idea was that (a) it's sweltering in the lab, because the thermostat's two settings are Glacial and Inferno, and (b) I hadn't eaten anything yet and it was getting on for 2:30. I ended up printing out the prospectus forms for my case study instead, and then gave up and went in search of lunch. (Side note: why isn't there somewhere to buy food closer than 15 minutes' walk from Satterfield?)
Having had lunch, and having an hour and a half before I have to be back in the lab again for the L10N class, I decided to come home, so here I am. I had a large amount of caffeine with lunch, and it hasn't kicked in yet. If Satterfield had a nap room, I'd be there, but that's silly. Available coffee would be less silly.
Because it's humid out, I've got the next best thing to an afro going on, and I can't do anything about it.
On to better news: my grandfather is leaving the hospital today or tomorrow. Apparently he's going back to the rehab center for as long as it takes to find full-time home care, and then he's going home again. [EDIT: He broke his leg when he fell, so he's getting a cast put on tomorrow and going to rehab after that. The broken leg has slowed him down quite a bit, which in the long run is a good thing.]
The American Translation Studies Association finally decided to acknowledge my membership (which I've had since last spring) and put me on their listserv. It's nice to know I can back up what I put on my resume and my membership fee didn't just go out into the void someplace. (I should switch the listserv traffic to my gmail address; I've been using that for all sorts of stuff lately since I've got the space for it there.)
Hmm. I seem to be the Mistress of Parentheses today. That's what I get for writing down whatever comes into my head, I suppose. But what else is a journal for?
