Arbeidspress

UPDATED:

This is one of those cranked-up weeks for me, where I'm racing to get a million things done. We're leaving for Denmark on Saturday ACK! I mean Friday, so there's an extra incentive. Here's my to-do list for the week:

1. Finish corrections on the proofs on my Når vi døde vågner article for Ibsen Studies
2. Finish revisions on my Døleviser article for Scandinavica
3. Apply to become a "totalkunde" rather than a regular "kunde" at my bank so that I can stop paying unnecessary fees and get 2.5% interest on my savings account
4. Apply for "studierett" so that I can take a class this fall (this is a horrible task, as they require all sorts of documentation that I don't have
5. Finish a draft of my paper for the upcoming IASS conference in Lund, Sweden
6. Get my plane ticket to said conference
7. Change hotel reservation, since I won't be staying for the whole conference
8. Figure out ground transportation to and from the conference
9. Figure out the details of our trip home from Denmark
10. Plan with the other family we'll be vacationing with
11. Do laundry early enough that the clothes will be air-dried by the time we leave (we don't own a dryer)

Today's only Wednesday, so I really shouldn't be panicking, but of course I am.

ETA: got 6 out of 8 pages done on the IASS paper, which really isn't all that bad. I worked up to the point where I really didn't have anything more to write because I need to do more research.

Uønsket?

Is it just me, or is it weird that not a single person here at the university I work at has expressed any regret over the fact that I'm leaving? My only real complaint about the job here has been that I haven't made the kind of close connections to colleagues that I had a ton of at my previous job. Mostly, I have blamed that on myself, since I came here pregnant and newly married. Starting a family took up all my non-work time, so I haven't had the energy to put out for making work friends. But at a certain point things settled down, and I made concerted efforts to connect with people. I did manage to twist a few people's arms enough that they would go out to coffee with me, but the efforts were never returned. So I guess I shouldn't be surprised that no one here is sad to see me go.

But that doesn't stop me from feeling sorry for myself! I feel like I have a lot to offer my friends. I'm loyal and supportive and enthusiastic. I also feel like I put a huge amount of effort into this job. It sucks that no one here recognizes or values that. Sorry for the pity party, but it really hurts my feelings that I've been doing a job for four years that no one seems to care about. When I brought the whole fellowship thing up to my boss the first time his primary reaction was to be pissed off at the extra work my leaving would cause him.

I don't want to pout, and I don't want to leave in a huff. It would just be so nice if someone here at my job would say "I'm sorry to see you go." Rant over.

On the upside, we finally finished our Twin Peaks marathon. Loved, loved, loved it. I had to reserve Fire Walk With Me at the library just to get the full package. I know it's supposed to be really bad, but I'm just not ready to let go of the series. Oddly, episode 17 from season two is missing on CBS.com. Hmmm. Mysterious. It gets rave reviews online, so I'd really like to see it.

And we got off pretty easy with fixing up the house to sell: under $700 for all electrical and plumbing work. Luckily the buyers had put a clause in the purchase contract that capped what we would have to pay at $1000. I thought I'd have to go over that, but they stuck to it, and didn't want to split costs for more work that they had originally hoped to get done. Yay! Closing this week, if all goes well.