One down ...
I've officially completed my first semester as a librarian. I feel like there should be some sort of prize. I guess I have to make it through two semesters for that--this day next semester I'll be leaving for London.
It was a long week. I don't know how the teachers do it, because I was about ready to kill our students by Tuesday, and I don't even spend much time with them. Everyone was so on edge--I thought there was going to be a mutiny when the printer ran out of toner. And the group projects--oh, Lord! The panic was contagious.
It also brought me back to this time last year, when I had a total meltdown while trying to complete the last project of my grad school career. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn't even that big a deal--the final project for one course; not a thesis or anything important like that. Most people would have half-assed it--God knows my classmates did. But I, on the other hand, became completely obsessed and regularly hysterical.
Which is why, now that this interminable week is over and I'm even feeling slightly nostalgic about the past 4 months, I'm thankful to be where I am now. My job is not perfect; in fact, it regularly reduces me to bouts of psychotic ranting. And my boss is condescending. And I don't have a budget. But I've also met some really interesting new people, and I've proven to myself that I can do this librarian thing after all. And I have a four-day weekend to look forward to.
I feel like Tiny Tim. God bless us, everyone.
Or something like that.
It was a long week. I don't know how the teachers do it, because I was about ready to kill our students by Tuesday, and I don't even spend much time with them. Everyone was so on edge--I thought there was going to be a mutiny when the printer ran out of toner. And the group projects--oh, Lord! The panic was contagious.
It also brought me back to this time last year, when I had a total meltdown while trying to complete the last project of my grad school career. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn't even that big a deal--the final project for one course; not a thesis or anything important like that. Most people would have half-assed it--God knows my classmates did. But I, on the other hand, became completely obsessed and regularly hysterical.
Which is why, now that this interminable week is over and I'm even feeling slightly nostalgic about the past 4 months, I'm thankful to be where I am now. My job is not perfect; in fact, it regularly reduces me to bouts of psychotic ranting. And my boss is condescending. And I don't have a budget. But I've also met some really interesting new people, and I've proven to myself that I can do this librarian thing after all. And I have a four-day weekend to look forward to.
I feel like Tiny Tim. God bless us, everyone.
Or something like that.
posted by Madame Defarge at 3:45 PM
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