Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Anatomy of a Crazy Week

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

  • 4:15 PM EDT:  I received an email from the graduate director from the BU Anatomy and Neurobiology PhD program informing me that they were unable to accept me as a student due to lack of funding.
  • ~5:30 PM EDT:  I tried really hard to not be the girl who bursts into tears on the #57 bus.
  • ~7:15 PM EDT:  I drowned my sorrows in blue Pine Sol.  And by "my sorrows" I mean the floor (i.e. I mopped.  It was cathartic.).
  • ~8:00 PM-?:  I spent several hours wallowing on the couch and emailing every professional person I know trying to figure out what to do with the next year/rest of my life.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
  • 2:54 PM EDT:  I received an email from my old graduate adviser saying that I could always apply for a job in Hawaii.  I decided I'd think about it.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
  • 3:05 PM EDT:  I received another email from my old graduate adviser saying that they're hiring some people for the lab in Hawaii, and if I wanted to apply, I needed to do it immediately, like within the next six hours.
  • 3:49 PM EDT:  I resigned myself to the fact that I'll have to spend the bulk of the evening in the library because my computer is dead.
  • ~7:00-8:30 PM EDT:  My kindhearted beau let me come to his house and use his computer to turn in my application so I didn't have to go all the way home from the BU library at night.
Friday, April 13, 2012
Saturday, April 14, 2012
  • ~12:30 AM EDT:  I got home and checked my email by flashlight (my screen is still dead, mind you) to see an email sent by my adviser at 3:13 PM Hawaii-Aleutian Time saying "listen to your voicemail."  I listen to my voicemail and there's a message from a forensic anthropologist (whom I cited in my thesis) offering me a job at the Joint POW-MIA Accounting Command Central Identification Laboratory (JPAC CIL).
  • 1:45 AM EDT:  I phoned my old adviser (thankful for the 6 hour time difference between Boston and Hawaii) basically saying "what's going on? Explain yourself!" and she explained the position:  It's a one-year forensic anthropology fellowship wherein I'll be working on this project.  I don't have to deploy (i.e. no trips to Vietnam/Cambodia/Laos/Jungles full of mutant insects!), and I'll get tons of forensic anthropology case experience.  
May I just interject to say that this is the most quickly anything has ever happened to me.  Ever.  Last year when I took my "gap year" I floundered around for months trying to find a job.  Look at this timeline, people! 

(still) Saturday, April 14, 2012 
  • ~2:00 AM EDT:  I couldn't fall asleep.
  • 6:55 AM EDT:  I woke up, thinking it's way later than it actually is because I'm not at all tired.
  • The rest of the day:  Went to church cleaning (even though I said I wasn't going to, but I was awake so I figured I'd go), bought a new laptop (hooray!), ate some Panda Express in Medford (delicious), sang in the adult session of Stake Conference, watched "Community" and the first part of "30 Rock" before falling asleep (because apparently I was tired after only five hours of sleep and the most taxing past few hours ever).
Sunday, April 15, 2012
  • Cleaned the bathroom and the kitchen.
  • Went for a walk by the river.
  • Went to the general session of Stake Conference
Monday, April 16, 2012
  • Afternoon-ish:  Accepted the job at the JPAC-CIL.
  • Evening:  Cried about a lot of things.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
  • Went to work.
  • Cried about a lot of things (I'm afraid "Crying at work on a Tuesday" might start to be a regular thing with me).
  • Went to play dodgeball and let all the rage flow through me.
You might notice that it's been a week since the end of this story.  That's because it's taken me that long to decompress from everything.  Holy crap, I'm moving to Hawaii, you guys.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Musings at the Office: Part Three, or, My Great Paper Clip Adventure

I'm bringing my laptop to work again.  It turns out that the BU IT Help Center had no faith in my Fernando, as he's been doing quite well since the time they told me that my screen was dead and I should just get a new computer.  

This makes me so happy.  It isn't that I haven't enjoyed bringing books to work, but sometimes it gets a little dull reading the same thing for eight hours.  For this reason, I've had to make my own fun.  And thus began the great paper clip adventure.

There are three common paper-clip repositories in my office:  the reception desk, the fax/mail station, and the copy room.  People have their own paper clip cups at their desk as well, but those aren't for public usage, of course.  What usually happens in the office, however, is that a fax will come in, and I'll paper clip the pages together and put the packet in the person's box.  That person will then take the packet, and put that paper clip into their personal paper clip container.  This was working fine until we ran out of common property paper clips.  

Frugal as I am with corporate funds, I wasn't going to go off and purchase more paper clips!  They haven't been thrown away, just redistributed and scattered throughout the office!  I had found my personal mission:  I would reclaim these paper clips and return them to their rightful places, a gathering, if you will.  I would start sneaking around and pilfering paper clips from the desks of people who seemed to have entirely too many for their own good, but then I started searching for them.  I searched behind the copy machines, under the desks, attached to old documents in the scrap paper bin.  I finally felt like I had some great purpose in the office besides answering the phones, making the coffee, and making sure the candy dish was stocked with everyone's favorites. 

Then, a few days ago, as I was trying to figure out where some phone lines led, I hit a gold mine behind an abandoned cubicle.  I can only imagine what happened was that the previous occupant knocked over his or her paper clip cup and they all fell behind the desk, leaving dozens of paper clips amidst a tangled, dusty maze of phone and ethernet cords.  It was among the happiest of moments.

I believe that was the zenith of my obsession, but who knows, maybe I'll turn out like Bert:  

Wednesday, April 4, 2012


I have big news, everyone:  I am now officially allowed to learn to drive in Massachusetts!

That's right, after hemming and hawing for months about when I would ever get a driver's license, I finally made my way down to the RMV* and applied for my learner's permit. Thankfully, I passed the written test. I was afraid there for a while that I was going to not pass because half of the questions were about underage drinking, DUI penalties, and junior operator restrictions. Um...sorry I didn't study that part because I'm 26 and don't drink? I scraped my way through, though, missing six of the seven questions I was allowed to miss.

So I'm going to learn to drive. I'm hoping it's not going to be like this:

*A note to Laura:  My RMV experience actually wasn't very terrible. The front desk lady was nice enough, but the guy who was taking all of my paperwork and whatnot basically didn't talk. I was like, "Dude, I don't know what I'm supposed to do here, you're gonna have to ask for stuff eventually."