Tired Reletavism.

I think I feel as if I am about to collapse from exhaustion. I've just spent 9 straight hours working on my thesis - which I swear, is never actually getting done. And the scary thing: after this, all I can show for it is 500 new words. I feel like I've been hit on the head, my brain damaged and have been sent back to re-learn English in second grade. aye.

For those few who actually read this blog - sorry for not posting more recently. Its been a crazy few weeks - complete with missed deadline, surprise assignments and, of course, the requisite bitch session now and again. I swear - I need the day to be 30 hours long. Than again, I'd just fill it with 36 hours worth of stuff. hmm.

I suppose I shouldn't complain. At least I am not working as an I-banker, or lawyer in private practice. Actually, thinking about it - I think my life ain't that bad. I remember two years ago I was interviewing for post-graduation jobs, and wanted some advice. I asked a friend of mine, who was slaving away at the most snobbish of all white shoe law firms (hint: not this one). When I asked her if I could call her she responded with: "Sure, how about tomorrow at 3" which seemed perfectly reasonable to me. However, when I said: "I'll call you at 3pm" I was met with: "I meant the other three." And thats not even the kicker - when I did call at 3am - her secretary picked up. Just thinking of this makes me feel better.

Oh - and for those of you who are wondering why this firm is the snobbiest of all - simple, they laughed at me at an interview. No one else quite holds their nose so high up in the air.