Sooooo....
Alyssa is not a happy camper.
After an extended runaround from the Graduate School of Education, I was not offered the Faculty Assistant position because "some internal candidates applied at the last minute." I am not happy because a) you don't drag someone in for 3 separate face-to- face interviews without some strong sense of making a committment, and b) the job hasn't been posted on Harvard's website for a few weeks now. So how could anyone apply last minute? If I hadn't left my job at BU (yes, I was very well aware that the Harvard thing wasn't by any stretch for sure) I'd be flipping out. I used 1.5 personal days on these interviews, I only get 2 a year, and I used the time up the first month I had the personal days.
Supposedly there is a term position opening up, but after the way I've been treated, I'm really not sure I'm very interested. I feel strongly that I wasn't treated as well as I should have been. I don't mind that its only a year--in a year I might want to do something completely different. Or not. Even so, I'll be internal, and that's a good thing to be at Harvard. They obviously do hire from within and take it more seriously (unlike BU).
Keith and I have decided to screw painting our new apartment. Sure its just a couple hundred bucks, but I need to be applying for jobs, not up to my elbows in bon voyage colored latex paint. After the disorganized way everything has been handled with this new apartment between no addendum changes we discussed after much to-do, a tenant that overstayed her lease, and arguing about cleaning the place as the lease states it should be, I am not sure I want to be there more than a year. In which case, painting would be a waste anyway. I think we either want to buy in a year (a pipe dream, yes, especially without very gainful employment for me) or move outside the city or....who knows? Maybe Keith won't be employed officially by that time either. Then we can leave the overpriced real estate of this burg.
So the furniture is set to be moved early next week with our personal items to follow. We are really losing sleep over whether or not our armoire and Keith's grandmother's china cabinet will make it through the entrance way and up the steps. Really concerned. I don't know what we will do.
After an extended runaround from the Graduate School of Education, I was not offered the Faculty Assistant position because "some internal candidates applied at the last minute." I am not happy because a) you don't drag someone in for 3 separate face-to- face interviews without some strong sense of making a committment, and b) the job hasn't been posted on Harvard's website for a few weeks now. So how could anyone apply last minute? If I hadn't left my job at BU (yes, I was very well aware that the Harvard thing wasn't by any stretch for sure) I'd be flipping out. I used 1.5 personal days on these interviews, I only get 2 a year, and I used the time up the first month I had the personal days.
Supposedly there is a term position opening up, but after the way I've been treated, I'm really not sure I'm very interested. I feel strongly that I wasn't treated as well as I should have been. I don't mind that its only a year--in a year I might want to do something completely different. Or not. Even so, I'll be internal, and that's a good thing to be at Harvard. They obviously do hire from within and take it more seriously (unlike BU).
Keith and I have decided to screw painting our new apartment. Sure its just a couple hundred bucks, but I need to be applying for jobs, not up to my elbows in bon voyage colored latex paint. After the disorganized way everything has been handled with this new apartment between no addendum changes we discussed after much to-do, a tenant that overstayed her lease, and arguing about cleaning the place as the lease states it should be, I am not sure I want to be there more than a year. In which case, painting would be a waste anyway. I think we either want to buy in a year (a pipe dream, yes, especially without very gainful employment for me) or move outside the city or....who knows? Maybe Keith won't be employed officially by that time either. Then we can leave the overpriced real estate of this burg.
So the furniture is set to be moved early next week with our personal items to follow. We are really losing sleep over whether or not our armoire and Keith's grandmother's china cabinet will make it through the entrance way and up the steps. Really concerned. I don't know what we will do.
posted by Alyssa at 8:33 AM
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