Tomorrow is the interview day for the Manchester job, and I haven’t heard anything so I’m guessing I didn’t make the shortlist.
Annoying, because it seemed quite cool. It was also the only, I mean only, archaeology job to apply for. With only a few weeks left of my Reading Uni contract things are not looking good. Things don’t look like they’ll pick up in the near future, so it’s just as well I have a really understanding other half. The plan now is to move in with him and make the dinner whilst he beavers away in the lab, finishing off the phd.
I’ll keep my eyes open for archaeology work, but am not hopeful, especially with more and more stories in the news like this: from todays Telegraph. I’ll need a job though, so back to the job pages for normal, non academic, non archaeology people – its been years since I’ve had to do that! Not sure I remember how! Will I have to make a second cv, one without publications? Do I have to play down my research and teaching experience? Eeek. It’s all quite scary.
Today was the closing date for receipt of applications for the job I applied for last week. Fingers crossed everyone!
Why oh why do job applications make you feel horribly queasy? You haven’t lied, you haven’t done anything wrong or stolen sweeties from a small child or granny yet the act of sealing the envelope and sending the letter to the postbox never to be seen again is horrifying. The next time someone lays eyes on it will be when they decide whether or not to shortlist you. When they are deciding your future career prospects. The other thing about the process that makes you feel odd (well me anyway) is that, reading the cover letter and application back, you seem so qualified and grown up. I know I’m not getting any younger but seeing on paper what you can apparently do just seems to add 10 years.
I have just applied for a job that I’m sure I could do, given the chance, but will I even get to that stage? I need some coffee!
My friend, Laura, is a teacher and just started at a new school in Preston Pans. Primary kids, so she has quite a lot of power over their wee minds and thoughts. I got a phonecall the other day, from Tash- my academic friend. She is busy doing a phd and being very clever. Part of this involves teaching kids about battles and archaeology. Preston Pans had a big battle – you see where this is going? Tash ended up at Laura’s school to talk to the kids about the battle of preston pans!
Apart from it being odd that the two of them should end up in such an odd place together, I find this wee thing scary. Scary, because it means that I realised my friends and companions in beveraging have Positions of Power™. I realised I have quite a few teacher friends, or friends who help lecture at Universities and then I had all the students at Silchester over the last 2 summers! We, I mean the same people who regularly can’t remember what happened some nights, are responsible for helping to develop the thoughts of wee people and students (arguably the minds there aren’t too different). I find this a) encouraging, that we all managed to grow up a bit and it hasn’t been *too* scary but also b) Scary. with a capital S. The lunatics are indeed, taking over the asylum.
…so I am. No sooner than you get one more daft report completed then they want another one. I don’t seem to really do any research now, it’s all just report writing and schmoozing at conferences. It’s not what I want. It’s not what I’m good at. I’m annoyed. I want more archaeology, more computing, more general geekery. Everytime I have to put a suit on to go forth and conference a little part of me dies inside. What’s wrong with wanting the data first? Real actual data. Not another report about it. Also, I don’t give a damn how people feel about things, user needs etc. If they get paid to do it, then they should suck it up and do it. I have to. Pah!
Three days until the first lot of staff arrive to set up camp on site. Debackfill commences on Monday, Portacabins and computers on site on tuesday and the big staff training day will be on Thursday. Eeeek! Haven’t quite got all the training manuals in place yet, will do by Friday but this responsibility stuff it getting to be a bit scary. Daunting. Also, I’m currently writing an article for Lucerna, the roman finds group. Something else I never thought I’d do – not to say I’m necessarily proud of this shift towards romanism that I’ve been undergoing lately!
…means fun fun fun! Or, being at work till an ungodly late hour. With lots of link checking and button clicking fun awaiting me for the next few hours whilst Mat toils away and does the techie bits. The only good thing is it gets me out of going to the gym tonight!