Why is it that after months of looking for work, the week I sign a contract with one company, two other opportunities pop up? #notimpressed
Having said that: it feels good to get paid.
19 June 2019 - first frost of the year.
After 6 weeks coughing which, at times, got almost debilitating, I finally seem to be on the mend. It's not over yet - but at least I have the energy to bike again. In the morning, I strap the kids into our Chariot trailer and pull them along to a YMCA program. Then, I bike off into my own morning class.
At 7:20 am it's not even light yet, but here we go: me on a bike, kids laughing with glee in the trailer as we ride alongside main street, high-vis clothes on, lights on. Ice on the street.
It's kind of nuts. In a good, but very tiresome way.
I friend I haven't seen in a while is looking to do a PhD in Germany or UK. Meanwhile, I am thinking: come on, find something in Dunedin, New Zealand instead! Because how cool would that be!
It's good to have new friends, but I miss the old ones.
I start looking into the measurement assignment and then realise the irony: I am doing it to the tune of Bruno Mars' "today I don't feel like doing anything" :D
The school I am studying at just got accredited to extend a 2-year diploma program into a 3-year degree program. Am I going into a third year?
HELL NO. I'm done. In November, I am out. I've had enough of this.