May you live in interesting times
To the Anonymous Commenters, I find it telling that you don't want to include your name. Perhaps you've been here before and had your wrist slapped. Or perhaps you haven't read many of my other blogs? Or perhaps Botanical Girl is a bit biased, since I'm always better at cheering other people up. I can be optimistic, really I can. Just not so much about my own life.
So I'm going through a crappy, whiny time right now. I think everyone has these sometimes, and anyone who has been through and academic job search agrees that it's justified. One of my friends who has a job now actually told me she spent most of the month of December crying - and then ended up getting a job just a few months later.
So yeah, to quote Fiona Apple, "I am likely to miss the main event/ If I stop to cry and complain again"
I was brought up not to feel too sorry for myself. Something to be said for my family's approach: just get over it.
That said, I haven't got a lot of good stuff to say lately. Here's something: we had a lab holiday party today- who didn't, really? Lots of good food and we played secret santa. So that was kinda fun.
But the holiday season is hard. I don't follow any kind of organized religion, and don't want to. I'm not into the fanatical capitalism that sends people flocking to the malls this time of year. I get enough of that to suit me, and don't feel the need to go overboard just because it's what- some arbitrary date the Catholic church chose? Give me a break.
So I don't feel like I'm missing out on any of that- and here's where the complaining comes in- I just hate people constantly asking after my well-being, like it's oh so sad that I don't have any big holiday plans.
What they don't understand is that I'm looking forward to spending a few days by myself, just trying to clear my head. This is my favorite, quiet time of year here. Most people go out of town, most things are closed, so there's a lot less traffic and noise in general. It's great.