Today was a rather unpleasant object lesson in Why Not To Leave Things To The Very Last Possible Moment. June 30 marks the date that honours applications are due in to the uni, and so today I had to take my forms in. Now, I got those forms last year, and carefully filed them away - and needless to say, when I went to get them out this morning, they were lost.
So, at about 10.30 I abandoned the search and went to uni to get new ones. You should bear in mind that at this point, it's been raining in Sydney for about a week - and I left my umbrella at work last night. I dug out the green parka I bought in Lebanon last summer (having gone unprepared for wet weather. One should bear in mind that the term for 'winter' in Arabic is al-Shita'a - taken from the word shittee, meaning rainy. Apt, huh? It rained for SIX FUCKING WEEKS. And then it snowed for the week I was in Syria) and braved the wet. I started to think I was melting by the time I got to uni. It was horrible.
Anyhow, I went to see my Honours coordinator - who told me that the head of dep't has to sign the forms, and that the acting head of dep't is only in on Fridays at this point. As in tomorrow. As in, after the deadline for the honours forms. As in, I'm going to be in Canberra. As in - yikes!
Long story short, it's all sorted. I filled in the forms and gave them to the Honours co-ordinator. She's going to get them signed for me and then wade into battle with the faculty office, who are, historically, far less delightful than my department in matters of bureaucracy (this is not the first time that I've left things to the very last moment with drawn-out bureaucratic consequences). And then - whee! - I'm going to spend a year talking about sex, violence and girls with guns.
So, at about 10.30 I abandoned the search and went to uni to get new ones. You should bear in mind that at this point, it's been raining in Sydney for about a week - and I left my umbrella at work last night. I dug out the green parka I bought in Lebanon last summer (having gone unprepared for wet weather. One should bear in mind that the term for 'winter' in Arabic is al-Shita'a - taken from the word shittee, meaning rainy. Apt, huh? It rained for SIX FUCKING WEEKS. And then it snowed for the week I was in Syria) and braved the wet. I started to think I was melting by the time I got to uni. It was horrible.
Anyhow, I went to see my Honours coordinator - who told me that the head of dep't has to sign the forms, and that the acting head of dep't is only in on Fridays at this point. As in tomorrow. As in, after the deadline for the honours forms. As in, I'm going to be in Canberra. As in - yikes!
Long story short, it's all sorted. I filled in the forms and gave them to the Honours co-ordinator. She's going to get them signed for me and then wade into battle with the faculty office, who are, historically, far less delightful than my department in matters of bureaucracy (this is not the first time that I've left things to the very last moment with drawn-out bureaucratic consequences). And then - whee! - I'm going to spend a year talking about sex, violence and girls with guns.
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