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Apr. 22nd, 2020 10:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesDavid Epstein's weather report this morning pretty much nailed what's annoying me most about this whole quarantine thing: "January and February were like March, and March was like March, and now April is like March." So it's been March for three and a half months and every day has been pretty much the same for a month and a half, with minor variations in the length of the grocery list and the number of hours I'm required to be online for.
The postdoc CODA reports came back to me yesterday, unsigned, because there were too many typos in them. This after I said when I sent them, "Please contact the program directors, whose names and emails are on the first pages, with questions about these reports." So I sent them back to the program directors, after an hour of grumpily trying to figure out if it would be faster to fix them myself. Fortunately my boss doesn't care so much about the postdoc reports and told me not to do them myself. I also haven't heard from her about the CODA report webinar she did yesterday afternoon, so I assume we don't have to scrap the predoc report and start over. We will probably have to write one for the class of 2021, though, because the last one was for the class of 2020.
Lily has been massively clingy since Sunday, when I came home three times with grocery bags that did not contain any rotisserie chickens. Every time I go into the kitchen, she has to come make sure I'm not hiding chicken scraps in anything. No chicken until next week at the earliest, because I'm tired of it and there are other proteins in the world. It might be time for bean soup, to use up the frozen bacon ends. It's certainly still cold enough for bean soup.
I'm mad at Gronk for going back to playing football. He's going to be permanently retired when somebody hits him in the back at just the wrong spot or just the wrong angle.
The postdoc CODA reports came back to me yesterday, unsigned, because there were too many typos in them. This after I said when I sent them, "Please contact the program directors, whose names and emails are on the first pages, with questions about these reports." So I sent them back to the program directors, after an hour of grumpily trying to figure out if it would be faster to fix them myself. Fortunately my boss doesn't care so much about the postdoc reports and told me not to do them myself. I also haven't heard from her about the CODA report webinar she did yesterday afternoon, so I assume we don't have to scrap the predoc report and start over. We will probably have to write one for the class of 2021, though, because the last one was for the class of 2020.
Lily has been massively clingy since Sunday, when I came home three times with grocery bags that did not contain any rotisserie chickens. Every time I go into the kitchen, she has to come make sure I'm not hiding chicken scraps in anything. No chicken until next week at the earliest, because I'm tired of it and there are other proteins in the world. It might be time for bean soup, to use up the frozen bacon ends. It's certainly still cold enough for bean soup.
I'm mad at Gronk for going back to playing football. He's going to be permanently retired when somebody hits him in the back at just the wrong spot or just the wrong angle.
