Exams are done. Draft #107 of my thesis proposal is done. IRB applications aren’t due for another few weeks.
Summer is here!!
(Okay, it’s spring. Summer is a ways off. But its summer vacation at least.)
I’m much less excited about this summer vacation than one’s previous, which is odd since it’s been 2 years since I had one. I think it’s because my “job” for the summer will be doing research. So no real change of pace, but more flexibility. I’m hoping I’ll get a decent amount accomplished this summer as well get back on my feet health-wise.
So how do I celebrate le-fin-de-semestre? Picking up two 12 hour shifts at the shelter.
Well, that was the plan anyway. John, being the good guy he is, offered to drive me to work at 7am. I show up to hear my boss go, “What are you doing here?”
Me: “Um, working…”
Boss: “Oh, I thought you couldn’t work because you didn’t want to compromise your research. We were going to find someone to cover for you.”
Me: “Yeah, but I didn’t think you were able to?”
Boss: “No, we weren’t, so I was just going to work overtime. But if you’re here that’s great! I’ll stick around for another hour anyway.”
(twenty minutes later)
Coworker whose shift I was covering shows up.
Boss: “What are you doing here?”
Coworker: “Um, working…”
Boss: “You requested the weekend off.”
Coworker: “No I didn’t. I requested next weekend off.”
Me: “Um…so you don’t need me here…right?”
(I call John for a ride home, hoping he hasn’t gone back to sleep yet).
Sleepy John: “Hey what’s up?”
Me: “Can you come get me?”
(ten minutes later)
Me: (ring, ring, ring) “Hey John…I’m on the corner of Main and Front.”
Him: “Hello? (yawn) No, I didn’t go back to sleep. I was just resting my eyes…”
Ah. So as it turns out, I have the weekend off. How bout that?