Right now, though, I'm sort of trying to write a cover letter for the tenure-track version of the job that I currently have--if writing half a sentence and then clicking over to the internet could be said to constitute "trying." I honestly don't know how to write this thing. Even addressing it to "Professor Chair" seems awkward, since I certainly don't call the chair "Professor" in real life. I have plenty of positive things to say about the job, I just don't...want to. And yes, therein lies the problem: writing this letter will involve work, whereas writing other job letters involves somewhat less work. And I don't want to work. Or, if I am going to work, I could:
- grade 23 papers
- read my advisee's prospectus
- prep for one of tomorrow's classes
- prep for the other of tomorrow's classes
- read for Thursday (lots of Dante! Yeagh!) (Pronounce that interjection as you will: glee or disgust, it's all valid)
- write some other cover letters
- read and check off the final paper proposals for comp (oh yeah I have to do this tonight; can't forget)
- finish reading the thing I'm supposed to have read for this meeting on Thursday morning
- wash a dish
- go to bed, for Pete's sake.
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Oh yeah, I wrote my letter for the t-t version of my job a few weeks back, and it was the Hardest Letter Ever. And I get distinctly twitchy and paranoid every time members of the search committee talk to each other behind closed office doors.
I'm so jealous of the blogger meetup! That sounds awesome!
Well hey, you'll be at m-la, right? Another meet-up should be in the works!
Yes! It was all such fun, wasn't it?
I think I'm now officially Not Posting Specifically about many of my blogger meet-ups--MLA may be an exception--so's to avoid awkward situations like the one I narrated on Saturday. But that shouldn't be taken as a sign that I didn't have an awesome time--
(Incidentally, this seems to be the bloggger meetup in which I'm fixated on voices, but yours is lovely, and somehow not what I expected.)
This sounds like classic mid-November burnout.
But I'm glad such fun was had, and that your hotel room was great. I loooove hotels. Room service!!
Dang. That's a helluva to-do list. And here I have been, doing very little all morning. You make me feel guilty. And motivated.
Right. To work.
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