I have a terrible right-click-save reflex. And this stuff adds up. In the spirit of not being a crazy hoarder I thought I’d share…
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
I was reading a blog post on writing up this morning and one person said something along the lines of 'I'm listening to a lot of country music, is this normal'
Posted by Helen at 7:12 pm
Thursday, July 07, 2011
My apologies for yesterday’s rant. I finally managed to look through it again (with my hands over my eyes and peeping between the fingers, and besides being able to explain some things (and get them Okayed) and fix some others I know that i have a LOT of work to do, but it will be Ok. Eventually.
I promised myself that (besides the family trip to Namibia) I wouldn’t go on holiday until the complete first draft was sent off. Maybe that’s why I’m thinking of very little but this:
Only several gazillion rewrites and a chunk of labwork to go.
I need to get me a hammock!
Posted by Helen at 11:14 am
Wednesday, July 06, 2011
So after waiting two months for my supervisor to bother reading a draft I got it back. And he hates it. I told P1 a while ago that the worst thing you can get back is something with almost no comments on it because it means that it’s beyond saving. I changed my mind. Worse than that is something with a solid column of red down one side which is a combination of chunks being deleted and comments such as ‘what is the point of this? why did you even do this study?’
Not to mention when he got too annoyed with doing that and started leaving comments like ‘this paragraph doesn’t fit. Delete.’ and then ‘read comments for above paragraph’
Which wouldn’t be all that bad – I mean at least I know where I’m going wrong (answer, pretty much everywhere) except that I’ve been waiting so long I actually had another draft ready to go and a third one almost there.
I’m just glad that the flu made me lazy and I didn’t get much done for the last week because I was too tire. Everything else from the last 8 weeks has just been deleted and started over.
And I pay R16000 a year for this?
If it wasn’t for the gaping 5 year hole in my CV I’d be halfway to Sweden by now. Either way I’d always expected the next time I cried myself to sleep to be over boy trouble or friend drama. I expected wrong.
Oh well. Back to work.
Friday, July 01, 2011
So I don’t know if I mentioned this but my grandmother grew up in Namibia, and I grew up hearing her stories of various people and places and adventures along the way. When my grandpa died on Christmas day, my father and I decided that we would take her back there so she could show us the places I’ve heard so much about (my dad took my grandparents there a few years ago).
Anyway after an awesome afternoon of looking over maps together I realised that I hadn’t looked at my passport recently and I remembered going when I was 16 so… uh oh… and I checked and saw that it expires next month.
So this morning saw me trotting off to home affairs, getting horribly lost and exploring johannesburg north for an hour or so and then arriving and being whisked away by Jacob (who gave me a business card and offered to get absolutely anything done, no queues for R200). Jacob was very nice when I rejected his offer, and because I’m a student and he has a daughter studying at the moment he decided to take me under his wing anyway.
Once he’s organised photos, photocopies and forms for me he left me in the queue and I sat for an hour and a half before I got to the counter (there were only 5 people ahead of me so who knows why it was so slow). There I found out that i had misread my passport and while it does expire in August, it’s August 2012, not next month.
Then I got back to P1’s car (mine is at panelbeaters) while on the phone, and struggling to manage all the ID book, papers, photos etc etc opened the car door right into my forehead (the corner of my door).
And then got stuck in traffic.
On the plus side my phone service provider called and promised to send me a shiny new purple phone next week! I bounced around for about an hour after the call before the headache got worse (it’s quite epic looking, I’m hoping nobody thinks I’m being beaten when they see the swelling).
on another note, i really want to do this:
and am regretting having the world’s darkest hair.
Posted by Helen at 5:52 pm