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Today I 1) handed in another (gawd, hopefully the last) award application, 2) stumbled through the day with a bad cold, 3) had my grad photos taken, 4) put in six hours at the office (mostly stunned b/c of the bad cold) where we 5) discovered that the girl who quit unexpectedly in January left only hard copies of the most critical work she was doing (and work I have to complete) and not digital copies on the shared server AND 6) I also gave a presentation to my boss and her boss (women with titles like "Director" and "Senior Director").
There was also a huge fire downtown that ate a bunch of Queen West between Bathurst and Augusta, which is more than a little scary, seeing as it almost ate a friend's place of employment.
The presentation also had a report (which I completed this morning): how nerve-wracking is it to give a presentation to the Senior Director and watch her make notes on it, knowing that what you're saying is the research that's going to inform a presentation the boss and the boss's boss are going to be giving to a provincial forum... while aware that most of the research and report was completed while rather loopy from said cold. Answer: fairly nerve-wracking. But it's done! And they made some happy noises when I said some things. YAY!
That means my two extra research projects are done, and it's time to finish my normal coursework and the other original two research projects that I'm doing for, you know, proper academic credit and not bookstore gift certificates. (How you know I'm stil a student: my overtime is paid in books. Yummy! Books!)
I've downloaded Torchwood, but I think I'm going to have to wait until tomorrow evening to watch it, because I have this paper on Taming of the Shrew that's due tomorrow.
I will say this: the episode synopsis for this week's TW is effing hilarious, 'cause I choose to believe that it means Owen is now King of the Weevels and that it's all Jack's fault. I mean, I know it probably isn't that, but it would be so fantastic, eh? He'd be like one of those child-kings that everyone pats on the head and calls "little buddy... ermwhoopsImean Your Highness." The Owen would pout a lot and listen to The Supremes song "Love is Here (And Now You're Gone)" and mope about Diane. I think that's how he spent his time between s1 and s2, but that's a total other story.
I really, really have to finish that paper on Taming of the Shrew.
There was also a huge fire downtown that ate a bunch of Queen West between Bathurst and Augusta, which is more than a little scary, seeing as it almost ate a friend's place of employment.
The presentation also had a report (which I completed this morning): how nerve-wracking is it to give a presentation to the Senior Director and watch her make notes on it, knowing that what you're saying is the research that's going to inform a presentation the boss and the boss's boss are going to be giving to a provincial forum... while aware that most of the research and report was completed while rather loopy from said cold. Answer: fairly nerve-wracking. But it's done! And they made some happy noises when I said some things. YAY!
That means my two extra research projects are done, and it's time to finish my normal coursework and the other original two research projects that I'm doing for, you know, proper academic credit and not bookstore gift certificates. (How you know I'm stil a student: my overtime is paid in books. Yummy! Books!)
I've downloaded Torchwood, but I think I'm going to have to wait until tomorrow evening to watch it, because I have this paper on Taming of the Shrew that's due tomorrow.
I will say this: the episode synopsis for this week's TW is effing hilarious, 'cause I choose to believe that it means Owen is now King of the Weevels and that it's all Jack's fault. I mean, I know it probably isn't that, but it would be so fantastic, eh? He'd be like one of those child-kings that everyone pats on the head and calls "little buddy... ermwhoopsImean Your Highness." The Owen would pout a lot and listen to The Supremes song "Love is Here (And Now You're Gone)" and mope about Diane. I think that's how he spent his time between s1 and s2, but that's a total other story.
I really, really have to finish that paper on Taming of the Shrew.
