Alright, so I'm allowed, I think, to occasionally freak about the job market. Tis the season.
It's sunny today, and I have accomplished many house errands in the two hours I've been up. Now it's all about finishing this paper, packing for Austin, getting down there tomorrow morning, staying until the pre-dawn hours of Sunday, coming back, teaching a yoga class if anyone shows, then putting the week together.
Really, this paper should be the end of about three-four weeks of sustained deadline stress. Maybe it'll get better. Or, maybe it'll be replaced by the twelve, count them TWELVE, job applications which are due in the vicinity of November 1.
Flying to San Francisco for the big hiring (??) conference at the end of December is going to cost, at least, six hundred bucks. That's without hotel or food. Come on someone, you can hire me if I'm going to put out that kind of cash just in CASE I get an interview and just in CASE it amounts to anything.
How existentially barren IS the universe? One finds out in the academic job market.