Fay, I hope you find the notebook.

I found my mouth guard I was looking for all over. It was under the tube of toothpaste. I didn't notice it when I moved things around to clean, only when I was picking something off the floor and looked up and saw it.

And I'm asking for some travel~ma for SLNRLBF for tomorrow. I'm sure that everything will be fine but he's a little worried that something will happen and he'll miss his connection in Atlanta. Or there will be a big delay before the plane takes off.

Finding notebook~ma for Fay.

And travel~ma for SLNRLBF.

So. Today, I spent a total of about six hours doing actual work, and maybe half an hour or 45 minutes (spread out over several breaks) playing around on the internet. My advisor came to my office twice. And yes, both times, he walked in while I was playing around on the internet.

Hope you find your notebook, Fay.

I can't find my watch. I wore in Monday, didn't wear it Tuesday, and then couldn't find it this morning. No idea where it could be. Being watchless is disconcerting.

Sending out the find stuff ma~~~~`

and the good news, not cancer ma~~~`

and the less pain ma~~~~~

and the magical grading ma~~~~

and a little happy ending ma~~~~

Now you just have to make up awesome stories about how you got it.

My students ask me occassionally where I got my scar. I tell them they have to ask Mr. W (a friend and science teacher). He likes making up stories for those types of things. This is the story he made up for me: I was touring in an all-female production of Cats playing Old Deuteronomy. While in Bangkok, there was a terrible accident wherein some other cats pushed me (accidentally, of course) and I fell into the orchestra pit. My neck got sliced open as I landed on a cymbal.

Whenever he tells them this story, they always come running back to me asking if it's true. I usually respond, "Why would Mr. W lie about something like that?"

There are now about 200 middle schoolers who think that story is absolutely true.

Travel~ma for SLNRLBF, and OMG, finding-that-notebook-pronto!~ma to Fay.

Any chance you'll deny any contact to it if it'll be found in school by the muggles?

So. Today, I spent a total of about six hours doing actual work, and maybe half an hour or 45 minutes (spread out over several breaks) playing around on the internet. My advisor came to my office twice. And yes, both times, he walked in while I was playing around on the internet.

That reminds me of the days when I started to watch Buffy seriously, and I tried to convince my parents it's a good show, and every. freaking. time. they entered the living room while I was watching, what-do-you-know, it wasn't a Shakespeare reference, it was a fight/sex scene.

ION - what did I do wrong that Norway's song from the Eurovision is stuck in my head?

omnis, if you want to, I'll have more time to Skype today.

ION - what did I do wrong that Norway's song from the Eurovision is stuck in my head?

Hee. I only watched it once, and can't remember the song, but the dance is forever burned into my brain.

I think my issue with my advisor coming in when I'm slacking off is that I've usually got a pretty good idea of when he's going to want to meet with me, and I plan my day so that, say, if he's probably going to want to meet at 3, then I pick something to do after lunch where I'll probably be at a good stopping point around 3. So I get to there, and don't really want to start anything new because I know I won't have time to actually do anything, so I get online, and then I'm still online at 3:15 when he shows up.

He hasn't said anything about the amount of work that I'm doing not being enough -- I've done almost everything that he's asked me to, and for the stuff that I haven't done, I've shown him the work that I did on it and why it's not working -- but he has been telling me that it seems like I'm not spending enough time on my work. I'm not sure how to let him know how much time I actually am spending, since he's usually only there two days a week for a few hours each day.

Well, that could bring bad impression up, but I think that this day and age, everyone who thinks that they're colleagues/people who are working under them don't work because they're on the interwebs is just wrong.

Slacking for 45 minutes and working for 6 hours is very good. Most will slack for 3 hours, and work 4, best case.

Humm. I'm gonna try sending my resume for a job I might want, but there's also a phone number, and something tells me I'll have better chances if I'll call before I'll send an email.

something tells me I'll have better chances if I'll call before I'll send an email.

Absolutely. It's so easy to ignore an email. The more personality you can attach to your situation the better.

Hey ita. How are you?