I feel like I did a lot today, but I also feel like I did very little (read: not enough).

Grrr.

My colleague is heading off to NYC and DC tomorrow for a 4 week fun-cation.

So. Envious.*





* Until I remind myself I'll be on fun-and-littlebitofwork-cation in Europe next month and then I slap myself for being petty.

Last trimester's Lit lecturer used to give us between 3-6 discussion questions per week.

This trimester's lecturer is giving us 28. TWENTY. EIGHT. IN THE FIRST WEEK. FFS. This is going to be a tough class.

An excellent evening's entertainment... Breathe, Woman! at VCA; followed by Love and Information at Malthouse. Melbs is the best.  

Hello, my name is M and I am a shopaholic.

I mean, today, I walked along Chapel Street and in every store was like:

Sigh.

Must. Hide. Credit. Card.

My Literature lecturer admonished me for reading too many biographies in today's tute. Can I help it if my first thought on reading Wuthering Heights was "WTAF was Emily Bronte exposed to as a kid to come up with those characters?!?".

Spent the morning doing a Career Planning workshop with my work colleagues. Realised that this is the first manager I've ever had who is actively encouraging us to think about our careers, even if it means working elsewhere. Such a novel change from the passive-aggressive, don't-even-think-about-improving-your-circumstances managers I've had in the past.