I am having a fannytastic weekend.
This is down to Maria and other friends having kept me company from dawn ’til dusk and dusk ’til dawn again.
There have been girly chats, lots of wine, lots of food, a bit of shopping, some Wii games, a lazy breakfast and a large chunk of naughtiness. It’s been wicked.
I was supposed to go running today but I decided to sack that off and have fun instead. Can anybody blame me?! 
In other stories, the Bridget self in me has only gone and joined Match.com.
The logic being that a nearly(ish)-30-year-old girl can’t really have ‘just’ forever can she?! Can she?!
I did deliberate over this decision for a while. I got some advice from Yanni, my new Relationship-Manager. And I concluded that, what the hell, it doesn’t need to be a desperate thing. When you get to my age, you have to be pro-active don’t you?!
So I’m thinking, if nothing else, this might be a good way to meet more people, make new friends and see what happens from there. It’s not really meant to be a fast-track route to Tiffanys.
I’m learning, as advised, not to over-think. And, you know what? It’s making me smile. A lot. And I think that must be a good thing…
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Listen to your friends.
Lately, friends of mine have been giving me lots of advice.
On various things. But mainly how to behave as an almost-30-something-single-gal.
The end result has been that my self-confidence has gone through the roof. Hopefully not quite to the point of arrogance. But it’s left me feeling pretty good about at least 5 of my 7 selves.
So, to those people who have contributed to this new smiley Rach, I wanted to say a big phanx. 
In other stories, I think I have finally got into the swing of this whole PhD lark.
At least, I’ve been reading stuff. And highlighting stuff. And listening to talks on stuff. And even taking notes. Can’t be much more to it than that surely?!
I also moved desk so I am no longer staring at walls/facebook with my mind elsewhere but am instead surrounded by clever, hard-working people who I hope are contagious. We will see.
Tomorrow I’ll start ‘teaching’. I’m not sure whether me, all of my selves or the students should be more afraid. Again, we will see. 
Finally, I went to my first Greek lesson of the term last night. Which will, incidentally, be my last Greek lesson of the term.
It was supposed to be a level 3 class. It began with the teacher (I use that term loosely) asking us if we knew the alphabet. And progressed to us ‘learning’ the numbers from 1-10.
Given that I was revising all 629 possible endings of the past-plu-perfect-continuous-future tense of the reflexive verbs in order to be prepared for my lesson, this wasn’t quite the level I was hoping for.
Looks like my retirement to that Greek island will have to wait a while. Probably for the best. That’ll give me time to get this PhD won’t it…
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Try not to think about how deep the water is when you’re swimming out of your depth.
Yesterday, sitting in my office with only my 7 selves to reassure me, I got a bit totally overwhelmed.
Having had only a semi-productive week, trying to read journal articles with too many big words and attending seminars full of clever people like registrars and geneticists and doctors researching cures for cot death, it dawned on me that, well, I’m not 100% sure what I’m doing.
And that scared me. And made me feel stupid.
So what did I do about it? I sacked the day off, came home, bought ice-cream, went for a run, made meatballs and watched 2 hours of Brothers and Sisters. Sensible. I know.
And I would like to say that taking the evening to feel sorry for myself/indulge myself/refresh myself helped me to have a productive day today. But I actually haven’t even made it to the office. Because I designated today ‘mope day’.
But next week will be different. It will. Next week Dr. Rach will emerge. Really…
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