Crikey! It’s already been a year since I last posted?

So, I took the job from hell and tried valiantly to loose my marbles.  You’d think working two full time jobs (yeah that second one didn’t end up being quite as part time as I’d anticipated) while finishing my master’s degree would do it, but somehow I survived. I did manage to swing a new lappity tappity box and an all expense paid trip to Vancouver, BC. (YAY ME!)

I also graduated. Totally anticlimactic, but I am now a certified geek! (I so need this on a T-shirt).

So, now that grad school isn’t sucking the life out of brain and my wallet, I suppose I need to find something else to keep me occupied. I’ve got a dozen massively big projects in my head for this year and they are scaring the living daylights out of me.

We’ll see what happens.

Happy 2010!

Ok. So, I just took a second job-a research assistantship, no less. I must be on crack.

This means that I’m very possibly going to end up driving myself stark, raving, running-down-the-street-with-my undies-on-my-head, looney instead of finishing up school like a good girlie so that I can:

• graduate
• stop spending my measly paycheck entirely on tuition
• quit my job
• go back to being a fabulously interesting jeweler
• and generally attempt to make our lives more meaningful

Instead, I feel like I’m being sucked back into the hell. Why did I choose information science in the first place when I know that sitting in front of a computer all day will eventually kill me? There are so many answers to that question.

Todd’s responses normally run along the lines of

• comforting: you’re good at it dear
• practical: we’re in a recession, do one to afford the other
• scary but true: we could walk onto any campus and be the psycho, administrative power couple (i.e., we’re both artists and intelligent troublemakers)

The reality is, I had to come up with a Plan B once I realized there was no way in Hades that I could make a living as an artisan jeweler while living 2 hours from what is essentially slave labor. Starting a business with no immediate cash and in the middle of a recession probably isn’t my smartest idea. Finally, there are times when information science, particularly the control and dissemination of information in society, really does fascinate me. (This said after I can no longer read the text on the computer screen because my eyes refuse to focus.)

Anyway, I decided to splurge on these.

There I was, minding my own business, watching stupid tv with Todd and carding up some more of the rambouillet fleece… when the wool monster attacked!

Believe it or not, Max was even nice about it this time. He sat there for an hour watching my card. Poor guy must have missed me last weekend.