Thursdaynesses

Weeks keep slipping out from under me. On Monday I had a list of people to call this week for committee updates, and all of a sudden it's Thursday and there isn't a lot of this week left. Since it happens at work, I guess it's not a local phenomenon confined to my trombone playing. I finally got around to the phone calls and some housekeeping this morning, and now there's less paper on my desk and I know what's there.

Foolish optimist that I am, I left my umbrella at home today and yesterday. I forget whether it's supposed to rain today.

Next week I get back to the fun of arranging committee meetings. They're stacking up on me again; I've got eight to schedule. With any luck at all, I can get all eight done and through the SOP by Thanksgiving. (I've probably just jinxed it, but I hope not.)

Someday I'll feel like cooking again, and feel like eating what I cook. I wonder when that will be?

NOW you tell me...

I've got an interesting quandary going on, between "good things come to he who waits" and "he who hesitates is lost".

The dream job I applied for while I was still in grad school has just gotten around to sending me a translation QA test. Too bad I had to find a job to live off in between grad school and now, and too bad I like the job I've got. Now what do I do? (Do the test, send it in and see what develops, of course. I know that.)

I guess this week is trying to make up for the mess it made of Tuesday.