Today I applied for a job that I would really, really like. Maybe cross your fingers for me?
Just spent the last two days at an interdisciplinary conference in DC. We all first met in January, gave each other feedback, revised our papers, and then came back to present our work in a public forum and get yet another round of comments.
I lucked out because my commenters both times were excellent and the feedback has really pushed me to think about my research in a new way. That’s always exciting, especially when you’re at the point I’m at—I’ve completed writing, I’ve defended, and I am burned out.
Although we all only spent four days together over the last five months (and had no contact in between) it felt a little like leaving summer camp this afternoon. I developed some great connections with people, and I hope we stay in touch. Realistically, given how incredibly busy people are, I am not sure that will happen. But, we’ll see. A couple of people in particular were very encouraging and offered some super useful suggestions and I plan on taking them up on their offer to read my work in the future. Who knows, though, what the future holds.
Ted Chaough takes the highway to the Danger Zone.
My hatred for Don Draper grows every week.
My mother went into paid work soon after my father’s clothing store was flooded out in a hurricane, almost wiping him out. She had no choice. We needed the money.
This was some two decades before a tidal wave of wives and mothers went into paid work.
For the few with four-year college degrees…
A good Mother’s Day reminder.