Why... HERE I am!
Before I say ANYTHING, I am fully aware that I am now going to have to change the title of my blog. I will do that at the earliest opportunity. But such a change takes time, as I am going to have to come up with something witty.
As of this moment, I have been a resident of Edmonton for precisely 61 hours and 14 minutes. And only now do I feel like I am fully awake to appreciate this change. I have spent the last 3 or so weeks in a permanent state of sleep deprivation, due to a combination of packing/wrapping things up/being taken out for a gazillion goodbye drinks. I think that I FINALLY caught up as of last night. Honey must think I've lost it, as I have been asleep for a large part of the 61+ hours that I have been here.
Also, the fact that I am getting substantially more oxygen here due to the fresh Edmonton air may be contributing to my acute narcolepsy. Even though, like Cleavers , the sun doesn't seem to be on board with my Let-Anderson-Sleep plan. It's pretty light here. All the time.
While not asleep, we have been running around the city getting Anderson organized. I have finally seen my apartment (though nothing is in it right now...). It is lovely, and everyone who will come visit me will appreciate that the visitation accomodations are substantially better than those received at 18 Tichester. Although my possessions have not yet arrived, I have already purchased the sofabed, dresser, and patio set that I knew that my new apartment would require. Did I mention Edmonton has an Ikea? Thank God.
I also picked up my car. Sans stereo. Someone nicked it between here and Toronto. Since I pretty much live to listen to music in my car, I feel that I spiral into a slight state of depression everytime I get behind the wheel, reach to turn on the CD player, and find my finger pressing blank air. As such, I have been trying to get quotes on replacing the damned thing (which is 'supposedly' covered by the shipping company... we'll see when I submit my expenses), as I may go crazy due to sensory deprivation.
And in the midst of organizational chores, we were even able to make it to watch the Engerland footie at 8am Saturday morning at E&C on Whyte. Every Englishman in Alberta was there. They filled to capacity 10 minutes after opening their doors, and we were lucky to find standing room next to a bar. Apparently, the staff had not expected a turn out like that, and were severely understaffed. I accidently bumped a RAVING bitch of a waitress during a bout of enthusiastic cheering, who proceeded to swear and curse at me like a sailor/whore. While she tried to make nice later in the game by talking to me, I ignored her (Oh Anderson and your passive aggressive tendencies). I will not be going back to that bar. Oh, and my mood was not lifted as Engerland lost in penalty shots. That was the saddest thing I have ever seen.
We went into the College on Friday to say hi... I was very warmly welcomed by all that I saw. Some joked that I would be getting phone calls at all hours by the chair seeing that I am living so close to work... I think they were kidding... on the square...
And today we must come up with a list of course descriptions for the Faculty of Science syllabus. If I had any preconceived notions of gently being introduced into the world of tenure-track faculty, those are now gone. I'm hitting the ground running. And looking damned forward to it.
Because I'm pretty sure that if I have a blank second, the fact that I have moved 1000+ miles from home may actually sink in.
As of this moment, I have been a resident of Edmonton for precisely 61 hours and 14 minutes. And only now do I feel like I am fully awake to appreciate this change. I have spent the last 3 or so weeks in a permanent state of sleep deprivation, due to a combination of packing/wrapping things up/being taken out for a gazillion goodbye drinks. I think that I FINALLY caught up as of last night. Honey must think I've lost it, as I have been asleep for a large part of the 61+ hours that I have been here.
Also, the fact that I am getting substantially more oxygen here due to the fresh Edmonton air may be contributing to my acute narcolepsy. Even though, like Cleavers , the sun doesn't seem to be on board with my Let-Anderson-Sleep plan. It's pretty light here. All the time.
While not asleep, we have been running around the city getting Anderson organized. I have finally seen my apartment (though nothing is in it right now...). It is lovely, and everyone who will come visit me will appreciate that the visitation accomodations are substantially better than those received at 18 Tichester. Although my possessions have not yet arrived, I have already purchased the sofabed, dresser, and patio set that I knew that my new apartment would require. Did I mention Edmonton has an Ikea? Thank God.
I also picked up my car. Sans stereo. Someone nicked it between here and Toronto. Since I pretty much live to listen to music in my car, I feel that I spiral into a slight state of depression everytime I get behind the wheel, reach to turn on the CD player, and find my finger pressing blank air. As such, I have been trying to get quotes on replacing the damned thing (which is 'supposedly' covered by the shipping company... we'll see when I submit my expenses), as I may go crazy due to sensory deprivation.
And in the midst of organizational chores, we were even able to make it to watch the Engerland footie at 8am Saturday morning at E&C on Whyte. Every Englishman in Alberta was there. They filled to capacity 10 minutes after opening their doors, and we were lucky to find standing room next to a bar. Apparently, the staff had not expected a turn out like that, and were severely understaffed. I accidently bumped a RAVING bitch of a waitress during a bout of enthusiastic cheering, who proceeded to swear and curse at me like a sailor/whore. While she tried to make nice later in the game by talking to me, I ignored her (Oh Anderson and your passive aggressive tendencies). I will not be going back to that bar. Oh, and my mood was not lifted as Engerland lost in penalty shots. That was the saddest thing I have ever seen.
We went into the College on Friday to say hi... I was very warmly welcomed by all that I saw. Some joked that I would be getting phone calls at all hours by the chair seeing that I am living so close to work... I think they were kidding... on the square...
And today we must come up with a list of course descriptions for the Faculty of Science syllabus. If I had any preconceived notions of gently being introduced into the world of tenure-track faculty, those are now gone. I'm hitting the ground running. And looking damned forward to it.
Because I'm pretty sure that if I have a blank second, the fact that I have moved 1000+ miles from home may actually sink in.
posted by Anderson at 8:58 AM
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Course Descriptions:
-The one where you learn what the head bone's connected to.
- The one where you learn how you learn.
- The one where you learn how drugs and alcohol mess you up.
- The one where you learn how to disconnect stuff from the head bone.
-The one where you learn the joy of watching light & dark bars drift across a computer screen over the course of 18 hours.
Woo!
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