I feel down today. I don't know what I'm going to do in the autumn, when my fellowship runs out. I think it's unlikely it'll be extended, and even if it is, that'll only delay the inevitable another two years. I am extremely well-qualified to do a very rarely-available type of job: teach and research historical linguistics or ASNaC. There aren't any available posts in the University in these areas atm; there haven't been for a few years; there aren't likely to be for a few more years. I could perhaps get relevant employment by moving to another part of the country, or more plausibly, another country, but I don't want to. I like Cambridge. This is the only place I've ever been happy or found people I remotely got on with.
Or I could leave academia and try to get a different sort of job, in order to stay in Cambridge. Which is a depressing thought, since I'm not appropriately-qualified for much else. I don't really want to leave the University, either.
Oh, I'm a fuckwit. I should at least sort out getting my book published. Which requires finishing the research. Which requires going to the library, now, to borrow a Coptic dictionary. Action!
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