i think i'm a really bad administrator. today i've been organising funding and reimbursement for research expenses, finalising interview participants, finding a transcriber, filling up my diary for the coming weeks, clearing the decks.
each time i do this i feel a sense of achievement. yet i suspect that what equates to 2 hours work for many people is a day's work for me. i haven't written a word of thesis.
but i did swim.
and i did have ex breakfast.
he's 'kind of seeing somebody'. up until this revelation the air was tense, the conversation stilted, and there was lots of pause in which to eat my strawberry crumble. i asked what he was doing for xmas. he couldn't tell me. he questioned whether it was worth us meeting like this. i said probably not if we're not allowed to talk about anything aside from our past. and then he released the elephant. i told him i suspected this from earlier conversations we'd had. i reminded him that he can't keep secrets.
anyway, i feel relieved. conversation was easier after this. i'm not sure if relief is a typical emotion when you find out that your ex is seeing someone. but maybe, once again, it wasn't a typical relationship. and maybe no relationship is.
today is also about not paying for things: my library fines were cleared (it's amnesty week), i'm getting money for research costs, i got a free slice of cake.
the woman said of the carrot cake: "because it's the 2nd last piece, you get 2 pieces". great. except it wasn't. she offered to heat it up. i said no. she insisted that she heat it up. the man insisted that it was only 3 degrees in the cake cabinet. he said it many times and eventually took out the temperature gauge to show me. he was right. i gave in. she heated my cake, icing and all. and actually, it was probably better heated as it wasn't so fresh. and it wasn't so great.
i ate it now, whilst typing this, and in no time it was eaten (bar a very dry corner). now i'm feeling heavy, overly-sugared, and anti-cake.
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