1.) I'm one week into my postdoc exactly and I've loved every minute of it so far. Really nice colleagues, exciting project to work on, and the thrill of having a door with 'Dr Lingua Franca' on it. And the door goes somewhere too. An office. For me.
No more arm-wrestling for space in the euphemistically named 'PhD suite'.
2.) Having an office is inspiring me to read more, if only because I feel lazy and ungrateful when this great huge floor-to-ceiling bookcase is bare.
3.) Food has been a bit of a let-down round here. I went out for dinner with a friend last week and half the sweet potato chunks in my curry were raw, and tonight I ordered a takeaway from a different place and it was lukewarm and soggy and generally disgusting. There has to be one nice place in the area for Sunday night treats.
4.) A friend is crowdfunding to help her finish her degree and it's making me feel a bit uncomfortable. I promised to help her out on a generous impulse, as she's facing genuinely tough circumstances, but having slept on it I can see that there are changes she could make to her circumstances that don't involve asking the Internet for money and that she seems unwilling to make. Her crowdfunding page also comes across as quite grandiose - she's outlining all the things she'll do once she has her degree. I know it's to try and show people she's a good investment, but it just makes her look up herself and me feel concerned that she isn't realistic about life. Not realistic enough to get financial support from me, at any rate.
5.) I meant to put the laundry on today, but I forgot, and now I've run out of clean knickers. Damn.