Musings on days off work...
Apr. 11th, 2002 02:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeFor a day off, I haven't got much rest. Got a lot accomplished, though not as much as I meant to.
Was up at the crack of dawn to go to room bookings. Well, later than the crack of dawn. Crack of dawn is when I usually go to work. Got to room bookings by eight only to find myself fifth in line. People apparently got there for seven thirty. Psychopaths, all of them. Lunatics.
Got a room almost every Thursday and Friday, but think BB might be disappointed with the hours. Sometimes the starting time is really late. November is Ramadan, and the Islamic Students' Association booked every room on campus, or so it seems. Not that I can blame them. Just inconvenient for us.
Went to see Dr. Franck so he could renew my prescription. Met up with Geoff from the classical music club. Always a little awkward, meeting people at the Mental Health Centre. It's not like we're there because we sprained an ankle. The whole mental health stigma still applies, I guess.
Poor guy, I think he's been having a tough time of it. He didn't look too hot, but then again I don't think anyone does after a therapy session. They don't do anything to put you in a great mood. The best they can do is make you realise that your problems maybe aren't as insoluble as you think they are, and that there might be alternatives to offing yourself in the near future.
He's planning to open a business that tests computer chips, or something like that. Sounds really interesting and I hope it works out for him. He's a good guy, and he deserves the success.
It's funny how I still find myself having to justify to the people I meet why I'm not going to grad school. A lot of them tell me that I'm "grad school material," whatever that means, and that they'd always pictured me doing a Ph. D. and becoming a professor. Funny how that's not really what I want right now. I like learning, but not enough to become an academic. I like accumulating knowledge, but I can do that on my own time, once I settle into a decent rhythm at work. I've discovered I learn much better and about stuff that really interests me when I do all my own reading. That and I don't have the pressure of exams and papers and stuff I don't want to do.
I hate bringing work home with me. That's the main problem, I guess. Being an academic means taking work home all the time, and I don't want my bedroom to be my workroom anymore.
Had lunch with Firewillow, which was super fun. I told her a bit about my Evil Plans for Deadlands, and I think she's enthused. I have to write an email to Curtana about planning my campaign, and begging and pleading to join hers. ;)
For a while I thought my schedule would be too messed up for a regular game, but it looks like by the time her game is up and running I ought to have a pretty regular nine-to-five schedule which would allow me to be in her game. I've always wanted to have her as a GM, just as I always wanted to be in one of Forthright's games until this year.
I also have the beginnings of a concept for a courtier-type person. Nebulous, but I think it could be fun...
Went out to get RDE a moral support kind of prezzie. Hope he likes it. Lemony Snickett and a Peterson Field Guide (small one) on astronomy, and a couple of bookmarks.
Poms giving me a lift to RC's game tonight. I called him at work, and he seemed a bit tense and out of sorts. Just hope I didn't interrupt something important. Poms doesn't strike me as the type to take well to interruptions in his routine. I'll ask him tonight to make sure.
Amazing how quickly I've fallen for the guy now that it's become official. I'm such a hopeless sop. *lol* I'm going to have to watch myself so I don't turn into a clingy, needy basket case. That would be unfortunate, at best. I assume Firewillow will thwack me upside the head and bring me back to reality if that ever happens (you have my permission to do so, sweetie, and anyone else reading this).
Was up at the crack of dawn to go to room bookings. Well, later than the crack of dawn. Crack of dawn is when I usually go to work. Got to room bookings by eight only to find myself fifth in line. People apparently got there for seven thirty. Psychopaths, all of them. Lunatics.
Got a room almost every Thursday and Friday, but think BB might be disappointed with the hours. Sometimes the starting time is really late. November is Ramadan, and the Islamic Students' Association booked every room on campus, or so it seems. Not that I can blame them. Just inconvenient for us.
Went to see Dr. Franck so he could renew my prescription. Met up with Geoff from the classical music club. Always a little awkward, meeting people at the Mental Health Centre. It's not like we're there because we sprained an ankle. The whole mental health stigma still applies, I guess.
Poor guy, I think he's been having a tough time of it. He didn't look too hot, but then again I don't think anyone does after a therapy session. They don't do anything to put you in a great mood. The best they can do is make you realise that your problems maybe aren't as insoluble as you think they are, and that there might be alternatives to offing yourself in the near future.
He's planning to open a business that tests computer chips, or something like that. Sounds really interesting and I hope it works out for him. He's a good guy, and he deserves the success.
It's funny how I still find myself having to justify to the people I meet why I'm not going to grad school. A lot of them tell me that I'm "grad school material," whatever that means, and that they'd always pictured me doing a Ph. D. and becoming a professor. Funny how that's not really what I want right now. I like learning, but not enough to become an academic. I like accumulating knowledge, but I can do that on my own time, once I settle into a decent rhythm at work. I've discovered I learn much better and about stuff that really interests me when I do all my own reading. That and I don't have the pressure of exams and papers and stuff I don't want to do.
I hate bringing work home with me. That's the main problem, I guess. Being an academic means taking work home all the time, and I don't want my bedroom to be my workroom anymore.
Had lunch with Firewillow, which was super fun. I told her a bit about my Evil Plans for Deadlands, and I think she's enthused. I have to write an email to Curtana about planning my campaign, and begging and pleading to join hers. ;)
For a while I thought my schedule would be too messed up for a regular game, but it looks like by the time her game is up and running I ought to have a pretty regular nine-to-five schedule which would allow me to be in her game. I've always wanted to have her as a GM, just as I always wanted to be in one of Forthright's games until this year.
I also have the beginnings of a concept for a courtier-type person. Nebulous, but I think it could be fun...
Went out to get RDE a moral support kind of prezzie. Hope he likes it. Lemony Snickett and a Peterson Field Guide (small one) on astronomy, and a couple of bookmarks.
Poms giving me a lift to RC's game tonight. I called him at work, and he seemed a bit tense and out of sorts. Just hope I didn't interrupt something important. Poms doesn't strike me as the type to take well to interruptions in his routine. I'll ask him tonight to make sure.
Amazing how quickly I've fallen for the guy now that it's become official. I'm such a hopeless sop. *lol* I'm going to have to watch myself so I don't turn into a clingy, needy basket case. That would be unfortunate, at best. I assume Firewillow will thwack me upside the head and bring me back to reality if that ever happens (you have my permission to do so, sweetie, and anyone else reading this).
