Grab a beer, it's gonna be a long one. It's been a big week/day/afternoon.
Ok, got it....good. I got mine. It's delicious. (I also grabbed some meatballs and mashed potatoes...mostly because I'm hungry)
I was going to blog last night, but it got too late and I was tired; so I didn't.
I had a meeting with Supervisor yesterday, mostly a monthly check-up, talk about my proposal, finalize my committee, hand off an assignment to mark, discuss how I can crush souls - that sort of thing. A quick meeting turned into an hour, but we got a lot done.
He brought up 3 words that most Master's students don't want to hear in the same sentence: "fast-track, comprehensive and Doctorate". It really took me for a loop. I know I want to do a Ph.D. I know that he knows that I want to do a Ph.D. He knows that I know that he knows....well, you get it. We both know that's the direction I'm headed to, but I haven't really made up my mind about how I want to get there and where I want to be. I thought about it for the evening, had it running in the background, sleep on it kind of thing. (He also dropped the F-bomb in front of me, apologized and then dropped the S-bomb instead. I retaliated with "Fuck, I won't tell anyone if you won't". We smirked. I wanted to high-five. I have this feeling that there will be many more F-bombs dropped in the future when discussing marking and whiney undergrads.)
Last night's teaching class was more touchy-feely, warm and fuzzy talk about our feeling bullshit. I hope it changes soon. Like, really soon.
Now switching gears....join me.
This morning, when I put on my pants, I knew it was going to be a good day. At the beginning of the month, I went through my jeans inventory and found that I have a lot of jeans, but they don't fit too well. I looked into fitness programs and started the C25K running program. I'm kind of conflicted about it, mostly because the only time of day I can make running work is somewhere in the ballpark of 5 to 7 AM. Yuck. On the other hand, I was able to easily slide into a pair of jeans that I wasn't able to 3 weeks ago. WIN! I'm 4 weeks in, and I think it's stuck. Seeing results sure helps keep me motivated though.
Next WIN of the day.....the custodian trying to get me a sweeter office.
I bumped into him on one of my "thinking hurts walks" and he mentioned that my office looks like a jail cell and I need something nicer. I told him that the jail cell was a fort and that I'm just fine. He was pretty adamite, so I thought I'd humor him, and I needed to talk with Supervisor anyways, so we ventured upstairs and he tried convincing him that I need a sweeter office. We also need space for 2 more grad students in our group, so it all kind of works out. Either way, the custodian got talking about how awesome I am and how I'm kind of a mentor and all that sweet stuff, which was really flattering...and Supervisor agreed and kind of one-upped him. He mentioned that I'm really impressing the team over in Kinesiology and Medicine too. Sweet. When I heard it, my face turned into my "Really!? Awww, shucks" look - complete with shoe-shuffle on the floor, he gave me a stern look and said "Yeah, you have no idea."
Now, this tells me a little bit more, seeing as the "team in Kinesiology" is lead by Supervisor's Wife. Not that I wasn't expecting it, but now I have proof.....I guess they talk to eachother......about me.....ahhhhh.....My head asplode! Like I needed more pressure.
Back to the story...and time to re-beer.
We looked at the rooms, talked assignments, negotiated shelf installation....which would be awesome....and I asked him about the accelerated program thing. He said that it's up to me, but he wouldn't have mentioned it if he didn't think I could hack it. He added that I'm doing an impressive job, far beyond what is expected of any Master's student and he has no idea how I manage to keep everything balanced and stay sane. I replied with "Dude, have we met. I'm a certain breed of crazy." "Yeah, but it works for you."
I would consider that a Superstar moment. Superstar score.....Dena - +1. The Superstar called me a Superstar. Sweet. Our research team is no longer MoBiL (Musculeskeletal and Biomechanics Lab Group), we're team Superstar - now I just need to bring in the research dollas. Dolla, dolla.
Sometimes you don't really realize how awesome you actually are until someone who's more awesome says that you're awesome. My new goal.....spread more awesome.
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