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I'm revising today. And tomorrow. And every day thereafter until I finish my exams, as it turns out. The last one is on 11th June, and then I get a nice long break until I (hopefully) return to college in September to start prepping for my finals. I say 'hopefully', because I need to have passed everything to take my finals, so if I fail either of these two - decison-making module, v. scary, and government policy module, v. tedious - I've got to retake in December - and then do my finals in June. Bah.
( Anyway, study-things. )
I've got to do all of the above because the last week was spent commuting to the other end of fricking nowhere. Greenwich, it appears, is made entirely out of building sites. Seriously, wherever you turn there's a little plaque that tells you what fantastic place of fabulousness they're building there. They'd need t, frankly, as it's currently mainly fields and military complexes (i.e. Arsenal or The Arsenal - do we capitalise these things?). It did mean that I was nearly late on Friday, though, because my bus to work (the journey to work goes: walk, tube, train, bus, walk) was held up by a parade of horsies being taken up the main road. I have no idea why. But they were pretty horsies!!
That last client was v. high pressured, v. high complexity, v. high volume of work. I was worried that I wasn't getting everything done according to the task plan, but it turns out that the task plan was put together by someone with no idea of the complexity involved, and my supervisor on site said that she was very impressed. Which is good. My confidence re: work took a serious knock about a month or so ago, and it's been struggle to rebuild. There wasn't anything that happened to make it fall, really, it just sorta did. I'm still not really involved or enthused, but having people massage your ego occasionally does help with the motivation.
Anyway, given that I had 2 - 2.5 hours there and 1.5 - 2 hours back travel time each day, I got a lot of reading done.
As Meat Loves Salt
by Maria McGann
page count: 532 pages
( Meet Jacob Cullen: homicide, fugitive, Roundhead, sodomite, printer and colonist. )
Memories of My Melancholy Whores
by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
pages: 115 pages
( Read more... )
( Anyway, study-things. )
I've got to do all of the above because the last week was spent commuting to the other end of fricking nowhere. Greenwich, it appears, is made entirely out of building sites. Seriously, wherever you turn there's a little plaque that tells you what fantastic place of fabulousness they're building there. They'd need t, frankly, as it's currently mainly fields and military complexes (i.e. Arsenal or The Arsenal - do we capitalise these things?). It did mean that I was nearly late on Friday, though, because my bus to work (the journey to work goes: walk, tube, train, bus, walk) was held up by a parade of horsies being taken up the main road. I have no idea why. But they were pretty horsies!!
That last client was v. high pressured, v. high complexity, v. high volume of work. I was worried that I wasn't getting everything done according to the task plan, but it turns out that the task plan was put together by someone with no idea of the complexity involved, and my supervisor on site said that she was very impressed. Which is good. My confidence re: work took a serious knock about a month or so ago, and it's been struggle to rebuild. There wasn't anything that happened to make it fall, really, it just sorta did. I'm still not really involved or enthused, but having people massage your ego occasionally does help with the motivation.
Anyway, given that I had 2 - 2.5 hours there and 1.5 - 2 hours back travel time each day, I got a lot of reading done.
As Meat Loves Salt
by Maria McGann
page count: 532 pages
( Meet Jacob Cullen: homicide, fugitive, Roundhead, sodomite, printer and colonist. )
Memories of My Melancholy Whores
by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
pages: 115 pages
( Read more... )