"Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart..."
Oct. 11th, 2005 08:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
For the record, I don't exist on Tuesdays. I phase out of existance. I refuse to exist on this plane on Tuesdays, because that would mean trying to balance the reading and writing necessary before any one of my grad classes, and the 8 million tasks and crises of daily life.
The world refuses to listen to this basic rule. Every crisis imaginable lands in my lap, invariably, on a Tuesday -- today it was a long talk with a landlord pleading for time to regulate the problem of my roommate's rent cheque bouncing. It was a cashflow problem, but the roommate is in Spain, I don't have enough money in my account to cover the rent without a transfer of funds.
And that conversation ate into my preparation time for the big project I had going on Susanna Moodie, Margaret Atwood, and Carl Jung -- which fortunately came off without a hitch, in spite of my only getting to it 48 hours before it was due.
And also, every social activity I could ever want attend happens on a Tuesday. The six other days of the week -- when I do exist -- do not seem to exist for other people.
(After my project, I would just like to crash and sleep for the rest of the week. Of course, since The-Place-Where-I-Don't-Work has called me in for an all-morning shift tomorrow, that's not happening.)
The world refuses to listen to this basic rule. Every crisis imaginable lands in my lap, invariably, on a Tuesday -- today it was a long talk with a landlord pleading for time to regulate the problem of my roommate's rent cheque bouncing. It was a cashflow problem, but the roommate is in Spain, I don't have enough money in my account to cover the rent without a transfer of funds.
And that conversation ate into my preparation time for the big project I had going on Susanna Moodie, Margaret Atwood, and Carl Jung -- which fortunately came off without a hitch, in spite of my only getting to it 48 hours before it was due.
And also, every social activity I could ever want attend happens on a Tuesday. The six other days of the week -- when I do exist -- do not seem to exist for other people.
(After my project, I would just like to crash and sleep for the rest of the week. Of course, since The-Place-Where-I-Don't-Work has called me in for an all-morning shift tomorrow, that's not happening.)
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Date: 2005-10-11 06:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-12 10:39 am (UTC)It'd be great to see you again.
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Date: 2005-10-12 02:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-14 03:38 pm (UTC)Give me a call sometime. We should get together with everyone, too. With everything that's been happening in everyone's lives, none of the old group has had a chance to see each other, which is not good :/
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Date: 2005-10-11 06:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-12 10:41 am (UTC)It'd be weird to have a vacation from a job I don't officially have. And with grad school, even when I have time off, it's like I'm supposed to be working.
I finish school in a year and a bit. I'm looking forward to it.
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Date: 2005-10-11 08:50 pm (UTC)Hey, talking of social activities, we meant to ask you if you're planning on coming to BC for Christmas again this year. If so we were wondering if you'd like to stay with us in Van for at least part of the visit. :)
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Date: 2005-10-12 10:44 am (UTC)I'll probably be in BC. I don't think I'd mind spending a few days in Vancouver and it'd be great to see you both. To be honest, I think I'd rather be in Vancouver than Victoria.