tuesday is the new thursday
so last tuesday i asked my higher-ups at the writing center if we could have a chat. my opener: "i'm unhappy."
thirty minutes, some earnest conversation, and plenty of genuine laughs later and i had secured myself liberty from my employment.
my reaction has been pretty gleeful for the most part. this is not because i disliked the job, the coworkers, the environment, the students i tutored, or, heck, even the pay rate. in fact, aside from teaching, it's been the best job i've ever had. it's really all about time.
right now i don't have much time until my thesis is due.
as in "tick-tock, tick-tock" is my new mantra.
so after finishing out my gig at the writing center last week, this lovely late spring tuesday found me suddenly freed from my obligation of going to campus to work. ergo, tuesday--at least for the time being--is my new thursday.
for those of you keeping score, thursday remains the old thursday.
for the most part, i've been pretty good at getting done what i've wanted to get done. i know myself well enough to set my goals a little ahead of where they really, truly, actually, desperately need to be so that when i don't quite get it all done (as it's likely to happen) when i say i want it done, it's not scary panic time. it's "thank-god-i-gave-myself-a-cushion-of-time" time. so those essays i didn't grade for my students today? well, tomorrow morning is cushion time for that. and the sections of my thesis i couldn't complete (aside from the few i did!)? well, tomorrow afternoon and evening are for that. and so on. and so on all the way until the deadline time.
it's funny lately how i have been handling my time. i'm very much tunnel-vision in the time sense. i'm operating on the short-list, really. anything outside on the periphery is fodder for forgetfulness or complete abandon. curiously enough, the things on the short list aren't all super important, except that in order to preserve my sanity, i need stupid things to focus on, too.
so here's my short list, in no particular order (and skipping the thoroughly obvious items vital to survival, i.e. food, sleep, bathing, coffee, sex, etc.):
-writing my thesis
-playing tetris on my phone
-time with the darling boy
/wheel of fortune
(and some nights deal or no deal
) watching with none, one, or both of the lovely housemates.
-teaching english 101 (and grading papers, blah!)
-the lit mag's launch party (happens on saturday!)
-errands, outings, and/or chats with the closest of close friends
-taking little walks in the neighborhood
-tending to my growing garden
basically that's it. they fall into a few general categories: work, school, social, and stupidity. believe me, i need the social and the stupidity or the work and school suffer. but everything else, like "return nice emails to nice friends!" and "respond to so-and-so's request to do this-and-that!" or "work out!" or "return phone calls!" or "post for LAist!" or "catch up on the last couple dozen issues of the New Yorker!" or "burn cds for friends!" or "send occasion-appropriate greeting cards!" or "cook healthy meals!" or "read for pleasure!" has fallen completely, utterly, and unforgivably by the wayside. i mean the way, way, way over yonder side. like, oops, sorry, my bad, i've completely neglected that side.
but i'm excited. i know i've got a lot of awesome times coming to me in the next few weeks, months, and--dare i say?--years ahead. there are trips to go on. family descending upon me for visits. a graduation cocktail party being planned in my honor. and that's just stuff in may and june!
so despite my silly time management strategy--such as actual guilt-free allotted segments in my day today for "lying on the floor and moaning"--i'm going to get through this upcoming scary patch hopefully not so worse for wear. it's what the social and the stupid are for--they're cushions, too, to help me from being what i like to call "crazy head." (not that i don't get "crazy head" sometimes, like, oh, say, last wednesday--sorry about that one, darling boy.)
but, hey--"crazy head" is going to get her master's in creative writing come june 9th! woo hoo!!!!!
i've just realized the down side to tuesday being the new thursday: since wednesday remains the old wednesday in the equation, i still have to get my ass up and go teach the youngin's how to write tomorrow.
dammit. i so
wish wednesday was the new friday.