I am that kitten clinging to that branch in that inspirational photo that must be thirty years old.

As you can see, I have been terrifically successful in keeping up with the subject of my last post. I would chalk that up to uncertainties in the workplace which would make grad school a “cut my wrists the right way” experience; but that would be less than truthful. While these issues have lingered in the back of my mind as potential roadblocks, they’ve only just solidified as reality in my day job, which if you were unaware is: Manager of Logistical Impossibilities. As the title suggests, this position comes with zero actual power and a metric ton of expectations with horrible benefits. I have an assistant. She is looking for another job, as she lacks the horrible benefits the rest of us enjoy. I can’t blame her, but I know her leaving means no one will replace her. Hence my excuse that is not really my excuse for failing to move on my graduate application.