Soooo…
The week our final terrifying report is due, the week after the Weekend of Working Hell (mostly due to weather/heat/sun/time/panic/etc. issues), after Boy returns from America and proceeds to sleep all day, this very week…
…is the perfect time for my project partner to say she decided to travel to Italy last week and hasn’t done any work or been in touch because of it.
Seriously.
She’s avoiding all my questions and moaning about the deadline and it’s driving me into a panic. This work is due Friday noon, and is the sum of all of our consultancy work this year (which, if I’m honest, is already pretty damn poor, at least partly due to myself). It is a massive document (well, at least, in terms of Having To Be Good/Right and contains 5 work-heavy sections, plus contents, acknowledgements, various technical details, appendices, the usual). It is the most important thing. It is the second to last piece of work to do on this project.
My partner (D) was already behind and avoiding work (which again, admittedly, I have done but not so near to a deadline or in work that involves both of us relying on each other). Then she went to Italy for a week(ish). A holiday. Just before a deadline. Fanbloodytastic.
I’ve emailed my supervisor because I have no idea what to do whatsoever. And that was on the advice of Ben because I didn’t even know what to do at all.
Safe to say, Panic Mode Initiated.
D;
Today is not a good day, and it’s all my fault.
On a completely different note, today Boy is back. This makes me very happy. However everything right now is overshadowed by how completely stupid, assinine and ridiculous I am.
Argh.
Today, my day was good, then bad, then good. I now havep ickled onion Monster Munch. This is making me so happy :)
First off, I had a festival to review today. Which was OK. I got ready on time, was really on it.
Turns out my partner has a migraine, but my other partner could step in. So that evens out.
Then turns out the next train is an hour later than I thought (more like 2pm). Bugger.
Then, while waiting for the train, we rang the person in charge (our supervisor promised he’d sort all communication, but he hadn’t. Grrr). He said it would be better to come at 7pm, there would be no-one there.
So, fuck we think. Not enough time to do something useful, like the mega load of work I have to do for my course. Noooo. But long enough to be really fucking irritating.
Spent the blistering afternoon outside the Waterwitch by the Canal trying to work with Michael and Vicky. Wasn’t too bad, but still pissed off at lack of day.
Then went to Morecambe. Train was OK, just about got to the place (though we had to ask for directions).
Got there, the guy in charge was working or something and couldn’t be there. Great. Also, as we walked up, I thought we’d get mugged in Morecambe in general (it was a bit spooky today), and then it turns out we’re in this run-down looking pub and I’m getting GOING TO GET RAPED flashes.
BUT.
We then got co-opted/helped/flirted with by this daft drunk guy who knew everyone called Charlie. Charlie kissed our hands. Charlie leant us his hat. Charlie introduced us to everyone there, and proceeded to keep doing this all evening (which was very very helpful, as more people responded!). Charlie kept buying us drinks.
He bought us 2 pints of cider each. Another guy bought us another pint each.
A very very drunk guy responding to my questions tried to hit on me. He tried to hold my hand. I think he was staring at my lips/breasts at one point. Though he was very nice when I eased out of the situation. (Note, breasts weren’t even on show!).
A lovely (slightly drunk) woman told me I have a beautiful smile, and to try to hold onto it and my fresh, lovely face. She also said that my smile would help masses as it was very friendly and approachable. I liked this lady. She specifically came up to me and asked what we were asking questions about and if she could join in :)
Everyone was absolutely lovely, I have never ever been in such a beautifully friendly, personable atmosphere. (Doctor Who conventions come close, but even then!) I felt looked after, liked and appreciated, despite being different. It was frankly amazing.
We’ve got to go back and get more tomorrow, but I’m looking forward to it, kinda. Not sure what time of day we’re going, but I’ll be upset if it’s the evening because it’s Eurovision and I want to see Peter and people who are coming up to watch it with us :(
AND I’m getting paid for the experience.
(Don’t worry, I’m still expecting some horror stories from this project…)
Boy just left. He is travelling to America for a conference. He will return next Sunday. This is all very exciting I’m sure, but there is stress and work to be done and he is going on his own and everything has been so tiring and stressful recently…
As a result, I am very sad. He has left me cranes to open every day, which is unbelievably sweet. But I want him here to hug. And for some reason, this time I’m terrified something will go wrong… but this is my stupid imagination.
Later, I must go purchase food supplies. I have currently ~£7 to last me til the end of the month (though I have stockpiles nectar points in case), so mostly I will be buying fruit and veg, and eating pasta. Yay! Then I have work to do.
But for now, I am going to curl up in this still warm bed and hug a big Nemo (we named him Newt, BTW. No reason). Everything will be ok, right?
After finding the earlier video, I am rewatching the Colin Firth ‘Pride and Prejudice’.
Boy is playing Magic, and I am here and cold and it is raining so there I have a reason.
I am finding Lizzie almost unbearable. She is just so stupid and prejudiced it’s really starting to piss me off. Especially when I look at Darcy. I mean,seriously. She never learns!
Ugh. I wish I could’ve watched the film just to scratch the itch but it’s across town and I’m not walking out there just to watch a film.
I did not realise this existed.
But I’m finding it surprisingly awesome.
I put this down to Hank Green.
The Lord of the Rings The Card Game is the biggest pile of pretentious twaddle ever.
Gosh, my life is interesting.
Turning into an organisational ninja right now. I like it.
I now have a colour-co-ordinated calendar full of lots of important dates coming up (mostly work-related), I have reformatted and designed a questionnaire we’re administering on Sunday, organised the printing and collection of said questionnaires, the buying of clipboard, pens and folders to hold the above, times to meet are planned, and trying to arrange additional planning for the rest of the project.
The literature review is actually getting written also. It’s a bit shoddy, but turns out the history of artist support interests me more than the support. Way to go, me.
Now I have to drop all this awesomeness to shower, run and get a train with Boy to go to Blackpool to see Swallows and Amazons (the stage version) which Ben’s parents bought him and I tickets to see for Easter. Then I get to run back and finish this literature review for tomorrow, then get up tomorrow, go to campus, collect questionnaires, buy clipboard, pens and folders to hold the above and then possibly collapse in a pile of too much organising. For me. Because I am a wuss.
Then I should probably finish all the other project I’m behind on.
Consultancy can go fuck itself.
As can literature reviews. They are stupid.
The university has a stupidly complex system to sign onto their payroll. I have had to order a new birth certificate because of it.
Some people really reallyshouldn’t be allowed near computers. I just spent half an hour taking a simple document and rewriting it from scratch because of their formatting. My course convenor/tutor’s formatting. Tables, tables everywhere…
Also, this has been another pointless, complainey post.
I blame the fact that Boy is very sick and I’ve been looking after him for a couple of days.
