Dancing Engineer. Fierce Woman.
Okay, so I’m back at work one hundred percent which means a couple of next steps are happening within the next six to twelve months.
Career-wise.
It’s time to apply to CFPs again.
A few in particular are kickass / relevant / on my radar / wouldn’t it be super keen to do / omgomgomg.
But, here’s my question.
Do you want to see the process?
How to choose a conference? How to write up an abstract? How to ask for feedback?
My super sekret method for WAITING FOR A RESPONSE?!?
My lucky tat?
P is super sick today, I’m working from downstairs AGAIN because connectivity is absolute ASS at our new house, and I’m officially off of sick leave / maternity ramp up.
No big deal.
Okay, but seriously, can we take a second to celebrate that?
OMG I’M FINALLY ONE HUNDRED PERCENT AT WORK AGAIN
IT’S BEEN LITERALLY YEARS
LITERALLY
YEARS
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KERMIT FLAIL!! !
Ahem.
There have been SO MANY THINGS WRONG with this site that when I flipped over here and there was an error message I almost LOST MY MIND.
No, but seriously.
Except not.
And while I would love to regale you with tales of interest and suspense and intrigue, the truth is that I reset a password to confirm it was set correctly in the first place and then waited on the phone while hosting support dude checked some things and then he tried to sell me things and then we hung up.
On the one hand, yes, of course I CODE, therefore, I must be all digital all the time, right?
But, no, I love my moleskine everything – okay, just an agenda and a notebook.
But, still.
Totally analog.
I love the feel of WRITING notes with a pen and paper and then referring to those notes on pages. And flipping through a calendar to look at upcoming appointments.
Now, pause for a second, I also LOVE writing morning pages on 750words.com and nowhere else will do.
So am I digital or analog?
Yesterday I took a day off and that’s just fine cause #whynot but today I was back on. And not only was I back on, but it was Father’s Day today and so a couple of weeks ago I picked out a present “from the twins” and went shopping with PROS.alpha and today *GASP* let him sleep in as late as he liked.
Which was eight.
Cause we’re used to getting up at six or five or four.
Or three.
Makes you want to have a couple of kids of your own, doesn’t it just.