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Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts

Sunday, 24 March 2013

Feeling Blue in Wintery London

The weather in the UK has been unendingly miserable for the last few months, and London is no exception. My morning commute is dominated by a sea of unhappy faces, dead eyes focused grimly on the gum-flecked pavement ahead. Dan and I have both been working full time, and even though it's been getting slightly lighter in the mornings and evenings, it still feels like we spend all our daylight hours indoors. I guess that's the world of work, but I'm hoping that one day, I'll have a job where my hours are a bit more flexible and I can feel less like a cog in an unending... box? of cogs... Not sure where that simile was going, but you get the idea.
Still, there is beauty to be found in this gloomy, grey landscape. I've been snapping some photos on my iPhone on my way to and from work in the last few weeks and I think they give you a fairly good idea of the general mood in London at the moment!
Grim South London south london trees
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I can't wait until it stops snowing and raining, and I can find daylight hours to take photos for this blog again. I spend a great deal of time fantasizing about the carefree summers of university, making particular usage of my keen ability to look back on things through the hazy glasses of nostalgia! It's going to be amazing when the sun comes back!! Until then, I have to make time and make an extra special effort. It's not all been doom and gloom anyway. I've met some lovely new people at work, and our wedding planning is coming along very well. Stay tuned for some wedding-related bloggage!

Monday, 30 April 2012

Work Wear

Ironically, the day I make a post about what I wear to work, I've been too ill to go in. I used the time at home quite well though, writing a job application, and completing some work for university. So here's an outfit I wore to work last week. I actually changed my tights when I got home, as I wouldn't wear white tights to work, but thought they would look pretty good with this outfit.
I work with teenagers, and when I wore this dress, I got my first ever compliment from a pupil in year ten. I never quite know how to handle compliments, especially from the students, so when this particular student remarked, "Miss, I like your dress you know!" I looked sheepish and went, "Thanks... I like it too...!" I should get a qualification in awkwardness!

This dress is just short enough that I should be aware of myself as I pick things up and lean over stuff, so I probably wouldn't wear it on a day when I had to work with the younger kids, who are much more hands-on! However, I am happy with it as a mostly work-appropriate outfit. It's hard to choose outfits to wear to work, when you are aware of how hypercritical the students can be. I went in without makeup last week, and my hair was a bit bedraggled from the rain, and was met with the delightful comment, "Miss, you look well rough. Are you okay?" which I am sure was meant with concern, but still!

Here are my work-appropriate shoes, complete with water-splatters.  I love them, and they go well with the white tights, but I am still getting used to wearing 'high heels' on a daily basis. They aren't high by fashion-blogger standards, but they are definitely high by mine!

Arty arty, I'm so arty. But here it is. As we were taking these photos in our tiny, overgrown garden, I noticed that some little white flowers had managed to grow. So what did I do, tyrannical beast that I am? I plucked them out of the ground for my photo opportunity. What a monster!

Grey Dress: Top Shop
Blue Chiffon Blouse: River Island (I think).
Tights: H&M
Shoes: Office
Altogether a Very High Street Outfit!


Tuesday, 29 March 2011

Pissertation.

Ohoho, I am such a punner.

So, my dissertation has got to an odd stage. I rattled off 2400 words in just over an evening, and over the last three or four days, have added about 600-700 more words. I am just over half way towards the minimum word count. I sent my 2400-word version to the boyfriend of one of my closest friends. Her boyfriend is in the first year of his PhD, and he wanted to give it a once over, out of kindness and interest.

I just got his feedback back (back back. Just thought that sentence needed even more backs), and I am just awestruck. Each little nugget of feedback is like a chunk of gold! I know that it is worth an awful lot, but I have no idea how to make it into something useful. It's a shit analogy, but it kind of works in a way. He has given me lots of ideas for other people to read, and given me a heap of suggestions of ways to develop my argument. Any normal person would be delighted at this level of feedback and encouragement. I just don't know what to do with it! I feel like my argument is going nowhere, and I worry that I will be unable to salvage it. I can't change my title as it is too late, but I don't feel like I am addressing the titular themes at all...

Dan's mum asked me what my "opinion" on Electronic Literature was. Six months ago, I might have said it was "Innovative", "collaborative", that it "opens doors to new territory and modes of communication, yet unexplored"... However, when she asked me the question, the night before last, I had no idea what to say. Admittedly, it was a very open-ended question indeed, but really, I think my lack of coherent approach to her query was that I don't even know what to think anymore. It isn't as though the advent of the internet suddenly sparked cries of "Oh! Finally literature can be truly interactive and collaborative! We were trapped by books before! There was no way to express a sentiment through temporality or spatiality!" That wouldn't be true at all. My research for my dissertation, particularly in recent weeks, has shown me, if nothing else, that the tropes of electronic literature go way back to before computer technology existed. Bob Brown conceptualised the "Reading Machine" in 1930, and sought to revolutionise the way that literary works were perceived, as well as the way in which they were written. B. S. Johnson ruptured the idea of the linear narrative in the 'book technology' long before randomization and coding on a computer was used to create any artistic work. Cinema was used as an artistic and literary outlet for a century... I just don't know what I am doing anymore.

I am in the library, and this counts as serious procrastination. Back to work with me.

Sunday, 13 March 2011

Howzit goin'?

Salut chums,

I have cruelly neglected my bloglet again. A heinous crime, I know. It has literally been months. I use tumblr a lot these days, although I feel the constant pressure of having to cater to an audience there. I have started a thing that I call "Tumblr Rules" where I basically gently rip the loving shit out of all of the unspoken Tumblr conventions that seem to be floating around that website. Perhaps it is just the types of blogs that I follow, but there certainly seem to be a lot of skinny thigh-ed, field dwelling, flannel shirt wearing, kitten cuddling, nail polish wearing, long haired girls, frolicking themselves stupid on that website...

As I wrote in my last post, I always make these silly little lists of "How things will be" around September time, and they always go to shit by about a week later. Let's see how I did...

  • Don't spend as much time on the internet Well, that one certainly went to pot almost immediately. What can I say, I am a shameless addict. Plus, I moderate a forum. I have a DUTY to be on the internet, guys!
  • Read more (replace useless internet time with useFUL reading time) I have read many many more books so far this academic year, than I managed last year, that's for sure. I still have a tendency to click mindlessly through the same five tabs at 2AM when nothing has changed...
  • Work in the library Nope... Actually, I lie. I have worked in the library twice this year, and both times have yielded magnificent productivity. So it's all about actually GETTING myself to the library...
  • Get my essays done before 'essay crisis night' There has been so much work this year that every other night has been 'essay crisis night'. That was never going to work.
  • Cook for everyone and make them think I am a superawesome cook. This one has mostly worked. We take it in turns to cook for the whole flat, and whenever it's my turn everyone is very happy with the results. However, I am condemned to ALWAYS cook meat, because I live with carnivores who think that a meal without meat isn't a real meal at all...
  • Pluck my goddamn eyebrows more often. I used to be so dedicated to this cause. Maybe I have sorted my priorities out since then. That's what I like to tell myself.
  • File my work more neatly. Partial success. However, Dan's work is everywhere and they get mixed up, quite often.
  • Go to more lectures. I wish I could say that this year has been a wonderful success regarding my attendance of lectures... However, that would be a lie. I always start term so well. It's been a while since I went to a lecture.
  • Make better lecture notes. My lecture and seminar notes still consist of "Someone just said a word that I don't understand. It's something like Acctrecc....something...shun? Learn that word... Someone else just said a thing. Why do they always say things? Shakespeare... plagiarism... commonplace... shut up bitch you sound so nasal... bear baiting..."
  • Do more exercise I weep at how little exercise I have done.
  • Eat more healthily Mostly a success! Fallen off of the wagon a little in the last couple of weeks because I have been ill, but other than that, I've been doing well.
So this is how that list stands now. The italicised parts are my annotations, in case that passed you by.

In other news, my mother is in Australia, and my father is still in France. It feels rather strange to be alone in the country, as it were. I wouldn't dare to liken it to being an orphan, but the feeling of not having your parents anywhere nearby is an oddly terrifying thought, although it is also very liberating. I was never constrained by my parents at any point, and I had a fair amount of freedom, but it's rather nice to not have to answer to anyone. That said, I really miss talking to them, and I miss the dynamic whereby all parties had very defined roles. I was the child, they were the parents. Of course, those roles still stand, but it changes when you leave home. I can completely understand why my mother (along with all of the mothers of all of my friends) is suffering greatly from a case of 'empty nest' syndrome.

After a long struggle to get my reference, I submitted my application for my PGCE in November. I got rejected by my first choice university straight away, because my Director of Studies took so long to writemy reference, and they'd filled up. The application system for PGCEs is an utter mess, and the way it runs is that they send your application in order to your choices, only sending it on, once you've been rejected. It allows the universities to be more selective, but doesn't allow any selection on the part of the applicant. The number of places on PGCEs has been cut significantly, by the Tory "government", and so the process changed from being relatively stress-free, to a competitive hotbed of evil. I was eventually invited to interview at my second choice, and so after spending weeks agonising about what to wear, and significantly less time worrying about what to say, I set off for my interview...
Upon arrival, the thirty or so candidates that were assembled alongside me in the room, were told that there was tecnhically only ONE place on offer, for which we were all competing. Immediately, the air tasted sour, and the sound of gulps stereoed around the room. We all looked at one another. The interviewing man placated us a little with the promise of ten further "waiting list places". There were significantly more than ten of us present, a fact of which everyone was acutely aware.
There was a group task, involving us reading a year 7's creative writing story, and then critiquing it in groups of about six. We were then to produce a piece of "reflective writing" about the task we had just done. With that completed, we were allotted our ten minute interview timeslots, and allowed to leave until we were needed again.
If I am honest, I really don't know how I managed to get an offer. I feel as though I balls-ed up the interview, and that my "reflective writing" was incoherent and unstructured, but two weeks after the interview day, I received an offer, conditional upon my obtaining a 2:2 in my degree. I bloody hope I manage that. I will be heartbroken if I get a 3rd, for many reasons, the most significant being that I REALLY WANT to get into this university, and I don't want to have to take a year out.

This has been a wall of text, and for that I apologise. Let's show you some pretty pictures of things that I am lusting about. Then I shall finish, as I have to read more of Iain Sinclair's "Lights Out For The Territory" before bed, and get up for a day full of Shakespeare tomorrow!I've been fantasizing about next year. Dan and I are getting a kitten, and I have all of these idealised images of myself reading paperbacks with the cat curled up on my lap. This is just a picture I found on Tumblr. Rather emblematic of the whimsical bollocks you see on there actually. I love it really...

This is someone else's photo of a tiny keychain camera that I just purchased to add to my collection of cameras. It's on its way from Hong Kong at the moment, but I await its arrival with eager anticip.....ation.

This is a picture from my 21st birthday party. I had a very whimsical teaparty, with lots of IRL and interweb friends. My mum made all of the cakes, and everything was lovely.

Adieu. xx

Tuesday, 11 November 2008

A Thousand (nearly) Things.

Oh Lor'.

I have a trillion billion things rushing around my head but none of them seem to make enough sense for me to commit them to paper, whether in my essay, or on other random scraps which I might happen to write.

It is quarter to three, and I ought to be about half way through an essay by now, but I am so not. It is really quite upsetting actually. The essay is meant to be about Plato's Phaedrus, and his attitude towards Sophistry and Dialectic in this dialogue. But at the moment, I can't even get my syntax right in this blog, let alone in an essay.

The thing is, the essay is due in on Thursday. Thursday!? You might be saying. But that would give you the whole of today and tomorrow night to do it. But no. Tomorrow I have to go back to Brighton. Don't get me wrong, I am excited to see Eleanor, but this does mean I am losing out on a LOT of vital time which I need to write my essay. And Eleanor SO won't understand my need to get this essay in on time.

All I am hoping for is that Dan manages to get another ticket to the Caius Super Formal Hall on Thursday evening, because that would actually give me something to look forward to. I suppose I do have the T.O.D.S. meeting to look forward to on Thursday after my supervision. T.O.D.S. is a society a few of my friends and I formed. It is the Tea Or Death Society and our main aim is to consume every type of tea which we can get our hands on in the local tea emporium. We have other aims, but this is by far the principal aim.

Pleasepleasepleaseplease let Dan get another ticket to the Formal. This is basically what is getting me through my week. On Friday, I have to go back to Brighton AGAIN, for our school Prizegiving ceremony. I got the music prize which I am hoping beyond hope is moneys, but I have a sneaking suspicion it is book tokens. Which wouldn't go amiss, but aren't as good as CASH! haha!

It will be really nice to see some of my friends again, but I am not really looking forward to certain members of staff going "I always knew you could do it" and expecting me to tactically forget that they told me not to even bother applying to Cambridge at all... Such is the hypocrisy of the world. I bought a University scarf today, even though this week is going to be bloody expensive.

This has been a somewhat depressing post, but there is this thing at Cambridge (I think that those at the Other Place have it too) called "5th Week Blues" which I and all of my friends seem to be experiencing at the moment. To combat our misery, we murdered a piece of toast, and drowned it in washing up liquid, before leaving it on the kitchen floor like vandals. Because that was a really good use of our time. As is this...

Don't get me wrong. I am having a fantastic time here.

This week just passed has been one of the best weeks ever. The election of Barack Obama was amazing. We all partied all night long at the Union, and when Obama's election was announced, the place just ERUPTED in this Bacchic, ecstatic, euphoria, people kissing, embracing, cheering, laughing, waking the sleeping few to tell them the news... I will remember that night forever. And I have met Dan...

I have never felt so at home before. I have met some amazing, wonderful, beautiful, intelligent, hilarious, likeminded people. I truly believe that I am at home here. But right now, I feel like death.

I think that the only thing is to go to bed. And post a much more optimistic post at the weekend, when this hellish week is over. Because inevitably, whatever happens this week, there will (hopefully) be another week after it.