November 2008

(those of you on Facebook got the moment-by-moment version of this…you lucky dogs)

  • August 31: postpartum hyperthyroid sets in (on my birthday), making me think I’m having a 5-day-long panic attack. No fun. Takes a couple weeks to get my medication (was previously hypothyroid) sorted out. Spend several weeks feeling panicky and stressed.
  • September: we suddenly decide–surprise!–let’s move back to HomeState. We give notice on the apartment (to be out Oct. 11) and start packing. Again. September is All Packing All the Time. Oh, except for the putting together and submitting of 12 job applications.
  • October 10: guys we’ve never met come and put all of our earthly belongings on a truck. Will we ever see it again? (This stuff *may* be being delivered today, November 28. My fingers are crossed.)
  • October 10: we finish cleaning the now-empty apartment and drive 3 hours to GB’s parents’ house with 2 cats (2 in in-laws’ cars) and baby.
  • October 10-21: staying with GB’s parents/grandparents. ‘Nuff said.
  • October 20: GB leaves with the 4 cats to drive the 2400 miles to HomeState.
  • October 21: Waylon and I fly to HomeState, to my sister’s house (where my mom also lives).
  • October 21: GB arrives safely in HomeState, thank goodness.
  • October 23: we drive up to Hometown (3 hours) to see friends and look at apartments.
  • October 24: back to my sister’s/mom’s house in Capital City.
  • October 24-31: staying at my sister’s. My dad is also in town, and my mom lives there, so it’s a very full house. My sister and her husband (and their adorable son) are saints who never once say, “Uh, so, you’ve been here awhile, huh?”
  • October 24-31: prep for 5 interviews upcoming at Big Damn Conference. Oh, and Waylon and I both get sick. Waylon’s first cold! Good times.
  • October 31: drive 6 hours with GB and Waylon to Big Damn Conference (have I mentioned that Waylon DOES NOT like to be in the car?)
  • October 31-November 3: Big Damn Conference. I have 5 interviews: 2 on Saturday, 2 on Sunday, 1 on Monday. I completely lose my voice and can’t talk at all, starting on Friday night. 5 interviews completed in a breathy whisper. 2 go all right; 1 is not so bad; 2 are miserable, horrifying experiences.
  • November 3: drive 6 hours back to Capital City
  • November 4: election stress. Yes we can! Whoohooo!
  • November 4-10: still staying with my sister’s family. Did I mention she’s a saint?
  • November 10: drive 3 hours to Hometown with 4 cats, baby, and 2 adults in the car. Move into Skycat and the Yogini’s house, which they have-just that morning-vacated for 2 months. A few hours after we get in, GB drives 1 1/2 hours each way to pick up his mom at the airport.
  • November 10-19: GB’s mom is here with us. My mom comes up for 3 days too. OMG Moms overload. We find an apartment in the upstairs apartment at Crazy? or Just Eccentric? Landlady’s house. I get a call that I have a campus interview at Southern State University, at the end of this month. Yippee! I mean, oh my god.
  • November 19-28: frantic preparation ensues. Job talk written (and not yet practiced); 3 sample syllabi prepared; school madly researched (not enough, more to do today); faculty publications read (mostly, more to skim); interview questions/answers prepped (not even started). The Yogini comes back home to knit for three days, and I cannot resist having meals and hanging out with her. I do not regret Yogini time, but I am still woefully unprepared.
  • November 28: our stuff is supposed to arrive on the truck today. Will it or won’t it? Too early to tell, but if it does, there goes today, as we try to get it all moved into our new apartment.
  • November 30: GB flies to Southern State at noon. Waylon and I follow on a separate flight 4 hours later. I am scheduled to have dinner with faculty at 7pm.
  • December 1: day-long campus visit: interviews and meals with faculty, students, and administration, and my (first ever! O.M.F.G.) job talk (at 2pm). GB, Waylon and I all fly back home (together!) at 7pm.
  • December 2: we actually move into our new place.
  • December 3: we will be (probably) in our new apartment. I will sleep for approximately a week.

Dudes. Seriously. I haven’t relaxed since mid-August. I need a break.


In less angsty news, Waylon had his first spoonfuls of rice cereal the other night! I wanted to wait until he was 6 months old, but he’s pretty close and he’s showing all the other signs of being ready to try some solids, so we thought we’d give it a try. It was, as they say, a rousing success. He didn’t eat much, but he thoroughly enjoyed the experience.


Not sure if any of you are, but I’m still here, just quiet.

Here’s why:

  • GB’s mom left to go back to the west coast this morning. This marks the first time (not counting the 3 days at Big Damn Conference) that we do not have family in the house with us (and are not in families’ houses) since the beginning of October.
  • We are staying at Skycat and the Yogini’s house, which is cozy and lovely and has chickadees and cardinals and doves and sparrows at the birdfeeders in the back yard, and I could pretty much watch them all day.
  • It’s snowing here! And there’s a fireplace!
  • We found an apartment–we move in sometime in December. It’s nice. The place itself is really lovely. It’s the top floor of the landlady’s house…and she is, uh, let’s say “eccentric.” But she knows that we have four cats and a baby and that GB isn’t working and that I have some crazy fellowship and we have bad credit and she is fine with all that. So. I am positive that stories will be forthcoming, as her eccentricities become less charming over time.
  • I have an upcoming campus visit with one of the schools I interviewed with at Big Damn Conference!
  • There were two interviews that went well: one in the state we’re living in now, and one in Totally Random Southern State. TRSS University interview went great–good conversation, awesome people. And I’m excited to have my very first campus interview. But.
  • But, well, fuck. Now I have to prepare for this thing.
  • It’s in 11 days.
  • I am bringing GB and Waylon. The interview is only two days, but I figured it’s better to pony up the cash for GB’s ticket than to try to figure out a way to leave Waylon for two days (the thought of which makes my stomach hurt and is just not worth pondering further).
  • I did have to get GB a different flight down there than the one I’m on, which kind of sucks, but they scheduled my flight and we can’t afford the pricier ticket I have. We’re all flying back together, though. Still–one more thing to stress about.
  • My advisor (who is acting very much like an advisor right now, thankfully) reassures me that this is just fine. Although he added that I should probably not nurse Waylon during the interviews. I am in agreement there. I have no intention of anyone at TRSSU seeing Waylon or GB.
  • Dudes, I have a freaking campus interview. I am SO NOT PREPARED for this.
  • I have to write a job talk. Fuck fuck fuck.
  • GB and I brainstormed ideas for it today, and I have an idea that might work…my advisor (acting like an advisor!) offered to read it, so I have to get it to him in the next few days. Crap.
  • I have to GIVE the job talk. Oh fuck. Not ready. Not prepared. Seriously pondering running away.
  • Gah.

because i have a sleeping baby on my lap who’s recovering from his very first cold and a super long weekend in Conference City…

  • Interviews: hard to say. Two went really well, I think. One was not bad, not great. One was pretty bad (I mean, really–I couldn’t answer easy questions, though I later–after the interview–realized what they were trying to ask me; I spaced out; I stammered. It wasn’t pretty), but we all had a pretty good time and the senior scholar in the department seemed to like me (well, he *winked* at me, which I think is good…). Whatever. And one was so stunningly bad that I just might blog about it someday.
  • Still: two of them, I wouldn’t be surprised if they translate into campus interviews. So we’ll see.
  • Good weekend, overall, though tiring.
  • My absentee ballot was hijacked. Never got it in the mail, never got the replacement I requested. Checked my status online yesterday. It says my ballot was received on Oct 26 and challenged. I never saw the ballot.
  • I am extremely unhappy about this. Have reported it to CNN and other voter hotlines.
  • OMG, polls, close already, i cannot stand the suspense…