I'd like to think I came through the threshold of 2011 like a phoenix, on fire and ready to be reborn, but really I just had the worst hangover of my life (4 drinks! I am serious!) and didn't manage to form complete sentences until 6pm the next day. On the 31st, I decided that I'd eat more raw food and end the year with a completely raw meal (spring rolls and sun dried tomato brazil nut "cheese") but on the 1st I had a fried cheese melt from Denny's dipped in ranch. Nothing on earth was going to get me to eat cheese with a Z. I needed fried.
Other than the horrendous pain and lost time, New Year's was super fun. I got to wear a cool outfit, go to several parties and hang out with lots of friends. J. got a little grouchy (he's not as much about parties) but by the end of the night everyone went to bed happy. (How they woke up is another story).
We did end the year with some bad news on the job-search front. J. sent in an application to Colorado over a month ago, and also got work back from a possible job in Ohio around the same time. Has his advisor written/sent his rec letters yet? No. J. tried emailing him several times, stuck around his office trying to catch him, but to no result. J. was pretty disconsolate a few days ago and thought that this apparent disregard for him getting a job was going to cost him the Colorado one. It's not his fault, but it makes him look bad. The deadline for the Colorado application has already passed, so it's not a point in his favor if his is incomplete.
He had to send an email to the Ohio job to see if they had all his letters (since his advisor wouldn't even answer an email about whether he had sent it). The answer was no, and J. tried to be as diplomatic as he could without saying outright his advisor was practically M.I.A. He tried to get in touch some more, tried to convince himself that it was just the end of the semester/holiday time and things were going slow, but eventually we tried to convince each other that something horrible had happened and that's why there was no letter. J. got an email a few days ago from the Ohio researcher asking about the letter, and he forwarded that to his advisor. Guess who finally replied! Seems there was some vague emergency, and he is now "working on it".
It's making me very nervous, and I can't imagine what's happening in J's head right now. He's working as hard as he can, and is asking for the bare minimum. There's nothing I can do really, and that's frustrating.
Also annoying: people asking me where I want to go. It's a nicety, I know, but do they not understand the concept that I am not the engineer of this move? I don't want to get back into the negative rut of saying, "It doesn't matter where I want to go," but that's the truth, isn't it? Stop asking me!!