Today, it’s a year since I had the viva that turned everything I thought I knew on its head and threw my post-PhD plans into the air.
It’s funny, I thought I’d take so long to decide whether to carry on with my PhD that the decision would be made for me...
There has basically been no progress since my last post. I started restructuring my thesis two months ago and promptly stopped for four reasons.
I have conquered the reading list. I have read all the relevant parts of all the books and articles I was told to read in order to succeed at this godforsaken PhD. Unfortunately, that means I have to move on to the editing and writing, which I’m emphatically NOT looking forward to.
Alas, things are not a lot better now.
So, you may have guessed from the radio silence on my blog over the past couple of weeks or so that my viva did NOT go as planned.
For the past week and a half, I’ve been meticulously going over all my knowledge about my thesis in order to be ready for anything my examiners throw at me.
So, after 10 weeks and 5 days of unemployment, I finally got a job offer.
One thing people assume about the unemployed is that every day is the same to them. Weekday, weekend, it makes no difference. After ten weeks, I can assure you, that’s not the case.
The humanities get a bad rap.