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d_aulnoyI have been the worst LiveJournaler in the world these last couple of months. I've gotten to the point where I'm expecting the LiveJournal people to sue me for custody on the basis of neglect. Oops. So, what's been happening recently ... hm.
Well, for the first time in my life, I made up a budget, in the hopes of figuring out what I was pissing all of my money away on. Apparently, cigaretes and rare books. How, you may ask, does one spend a large portion of one's disposable income on such seemingly insignificant objects? Ah, well, that brings me to the second part of the revelation that is my budget: graduate students don not, in fact have disposable income: graduate students live in penury. PENURY, I say. I'm one of the few grad. students out there lucky enough to have a stipend ... and I've figured out that on said stipend, after paying for rent, food, phone, and electric bills, I have a grand total surplus of ... sixty-one dollars. Thass right ... $61.00. Now, let's all think of all of the things that this means that I can't afford ... cigarettes and rare books, to start. Among many, many other things. Now, this is okay in a big picture sort of a way - I mean, most people can't afford Learjets, right? I can't afford a *haircut.* Forget about Jimmy Choo, I'm going to have to avert my eyes when I walk by Payless. Frustrating. Gets worse when you factor in my credit card bills and realize that those sixty one dollars cannot, in fact, be strictly termed a *surplus* ...Though, in a way, I'm almost enjoying this angst, because, for once, it's not academic.
I've spent most of the last ... dear god, the last three years worrying about getting into graduate school, getting published, building the beginning of a reputation. It's starting to pay off. I'm in the program that I wanted to be in, I'm presenting at wonderful conferences (though that brings us back to *money* again, bleh) I'm going to be editing the Book Review section of my very favorite online journal - the publication that introduced me to this field as a living, breathing, ongoing movement - and I've just received my first encouraging response from an academic journal. It's been a good year ...
... now if only I can live through the next one without starving to death.
Anyone know of any good part-time jobs? Lucrative, legal, set-your-own hours type jobs? At this point, I'm thinking bartender, dominatrix, or ghostwriter. Any and all suggestions appreciated.
Well, for the first time in my life, I made up a budget, in the hopes of figuring out what I was pissing all of my money away on. Apparently, cigaretes and rare books. How, you may ask, does one spend a large portion of one's disposable income on such seemingly insignificant objects? Ah, well, that brings me to the second part of the revelation that is my budget: graduate students don not, in fact have disposable income: graduate students live in penury. PENURY, I say. I'm one of the few grad. students out there lucky enough to have a stipend ... and I've figured out that on said stipend, after paying for rent, food, phone, and electric bills, I have a grand total surplus of ... sixty-one dollars. Thass right ... $61.00. Now, let's all think of all of the things that this means that I can't afford ... cigarettes and rare books, to start. Among many, many other things. Now, this is okay in a big picture sort of a way - I mean, most people can't afford Learjets, right? I can't afford a *haircut.* Forget about Jimmy Choo, I'm going to have to avert my eyes when I walk by Payless. Frustrating. Gets worse when you factor in my credit card bills and realize that those sixty one dollars cannot, in fact, be strictly termed a *surplus* ...Though, in a way, I'm almost enjoying this angst, because, for once, it's not academic.
I've spent most of the last ... dear god, the last three years worrying about getting into graduate school, getting published, building the beginning of a reputation. It's starting to pay off. I'm in the program that I wanted to be in, I'm presenting at wonderful conferences (though that brings us back to *money* again, bleh) I'm going to be editing the Book Review section of my very favorite online journal - the publication that introduced me to this field as a living, breathing, ongoing movement - and I've just received my first encouraging response from an academic journal. It's been a good year ...
... now if only I can live through the next one without starving to death.
Anyone know of any good part-time jobs? Lucrative, legal, set-your-own hours type jobs? At this point, I'm thinking bartender, dominatrix, or ghostwriter. Any and all suggestions appreciated.
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Part-time jobs
Date: 2002-12-28 03:03 pm (UTC)