Very moody

Dad found out that the applicants for Schenectady assistant curator position I didn't get had been divided into A and B lists, and I had been on the B list. Which is a good thing, because it means I wasn't rejected out of hand - but the thing is, the A list had five PhDs on it. Which is ridiculous. We should not be at a point where you have to have a PhD to be competition for an assistant curator position in an upstate historical society. The fact that we apparently are makes me incredibly nervous. (Actually, on reflection, what's even worse is that four PhDs were/will be turned down.)

In general today has had a lot of weird ups and downs. I started out going through this box of lace and trims with the help of Earnshaw's How to Identify Machine Laces, and was greatly annoyed at myself for a bit because I was so pathetic at it. (To be fair to myself, the photos in the book tend to be of very crappy machine-made laces that are obviously machine-made, imo.) Then when I got to the Cabinet of Beaded Purses, every time I correctly dated one I WAS BRILLIANT and every time I was wrong/I couldn't figure it out and there wasn't anything in the file I WAS STUPID. With that plus my crazy breakout you'd think I was PMSing, but it's not anywhere near the right time.

I'm so impressed with people who have jobs and still get lots of sewing done. I can't do anything during the week, I get home a bit before dinner and after that I want to do the internetting I couldn't do during the day. Last weekend was a complete nothing as far as anything but the book sale went. Oh well, tomorrow I'm going to JoAnn for nicer fabric because Dad said he'd pay for it, so now I don't need to use poly. \o/