Bleeding Fiction

I won't say that a lot has changed for me in the past few months, since last I was regularly posting. But two weeks ago I joined the ranks of the semi-employed. Somewhere along the way, someone said they were giving me an internship. But my title is "Graduate Student Assistant" and they pay me a somewhat respectable wage (which, sadly, does not include tuition). So let's just call it a part time job and leave it at that. I work, by the way, in the International Students & Scholars section of the University of Washington's Office of International Exchange.

What a fucking mouthful.

It's pretty awesome job, all the way around, at least from my geeky perspective. I'm learning half an alphabet's worth of visa regulations, I'm helping to create sustained systems for the office's operations and I'm going to do some low-key student/scholar advising soon. It's being "in the trenches," as it were, for one of my possible jobs post-graduation, and I'm loving it. Add onto that fun the fact that I'm largely free to set my own schedule and that the folk I work with are just friendly as hell, and it's a very rosy picture indeed.