Taking inspiration from Samuel L. Jackson, I thought perhaps a few expletives would help to save me from my journey to overcommitment and eventual, inevitable failure. Can I make a list of things I need to do? Can I cry out about how absolutely swamped I am? Just once?? I know I HATE it when other people do this, and I can’t believe I’m going to be one of THOSE people, but please just indulge me for a second here; I think it may actually make me feel better.
My to do list (a subset):
- organize f-ing career fair banquet
- magically convince grad students that they should care enough to serve on the institute committee on radioactivity
- update uva club of boston calendar (which btw is 2 months out of date, with no one to blame but me)
- go put on a happy face and meet & greet freshmen who arrived a week early
- go put on a happy face and meet & greet the parents of freshmen who either love me or hate me or love to hate me
- go put on a happy face and meet & greet returning upperclassmen who arrived early planning to talk to the freshmen when they eventually get here only to find that the freshmen are already here
- damage control damage control damage control
- write a speech to deliver to ogle-eyed new DMSE grad students to welcome them to the institute because obviously, i’m the expert on why one should love this place. obviously.
- take on the world of the GSC because all the other officers skipped town
- redo campus tour path, not to mention twisting arms & legs of friends to get them to be tour guides
- write an article for the GSN about my identity crisis of being american, chinese, 23, near-sighted, not deaf, not mute, not ovulating, and not accepting booty calls
- somehow actually spend some time in lab so I can perform a miracle, bring my stupid finicky dead cells back to life, prepare a thesis proposal, convince my committee that I am a worthwhile student to have around, and then actually try to graduate before I turn 93
It is also 1 am, and I am still in lab, waiting for my 500,000 mls of FBS to thaw. Maybe my problem #1 is that I should stop blogging and actually do some work. My problem #2 is that I should cut off all contact with the outside world while I write and prepare my thesis proposal. My problem #3 is not having enough time for myself, which I would argue precedes all the other problems.
On top of all of this, I wish I would stop getting emails asking if I want to “come over and watch a movie” … more on this later maybe after I sleep on it.
*EDIT/ADDITION*: it is now 2:30am; i am getting ready to leave lab, but not without incident:
1) I broke the pipet in our lab hood. I can’t fix it because i can’t find the needed part, so people will be greeted with a “sorry, it’s broken” note tomorrow morning. go me.
2) I think I just sent an email to a list that contains all grad students at MIT. I unintentionally used my own personal email account instead of the GSC’s. I may have done this multiple times. I’m not entirely sure, which makes the situation even stickier.
3) I am a mess, and I need to stop blogging, go home, and go to bed.