Edited by Neil Anderson, Tuesday, 13 Aug 2013, 20:49
I'm jealous, I'm feeling tired and sore.
I have to do two third-level courses, to complete my degree: artificial intellegence and concurrency, courses that I still need to sign up for. I'm putting it off because I need to get funding and I see that this is going to involve personal hell.
I will get funding because I'm a Scot living in Scotland but it will involve me in a whole heap of nonsense. Forms and phone-crap and crap... and crap and forms.
For some years my work offered to pay my fees, as part of their personal development initiative or something, it wasn't clear. I accepted their offers a couple of times. Guess what? I was involved in nonsense, crap-crap and I ended up paying the fees with my OUSBA.
It was easier for me to go short on stuff than to spend my life on the phone metaphorically bleeding my life away. I began to dread their phonecalls.
Everybody, you talk to funding about, is nice and helpful, they go the extra mile, they want to help but the default is that everyone in this country is some kind of cheating chancer out to rape the national riches. So everything is hard. Forms must be filled, records must be collated, you must provide evidence of something that you have you have no bloody chance of producing.
They, the nabobs, speak about an educated workforce, they claim that the money is there, true, it is. It's just that the people that it is meant for and who would benefit from it, find it hard to get it.
I'll get it I suppose but I'd rather that my twenty-one year old neice got it.
other people are getting their books
I'm jealous, I'm feeling tired and sore.
I have to do two third-level courses, to complete my degree: artificial intellegence and concurrency, courses that I still need to sign up for. I'm putting it off because I need to get funding and I see that this is going to involve personal hell.
I will get funding because I'm a Scot living in Scotland but it will involve me in a whole heap of nonsense. Forms and phone-crap and crap... and crap and forms.
For some years my work offered to pay my fees, as part of their personal development initiative or something, it wasn't clear. I accepted their offers a couple of times. Guess what? I was involved in nonsense, crap-crap and I ended up paying the fees with my OUSBA.
It was easier for me to go short on stuff than to spend my life on the phone metaphorically bleeding my life away. I began to dread their phonecalls.
Everybody, you talk to funding about, is nice and helpful, they go the extra mile, they want to help but the default is that everyone in this country is some kind of cheating chancer out to rape the national riches. So everything is hard. Forms must be filled, records must be collated, you must provide evidence of something that you have you have no bloody chance of producing.
They, the nabobs, speak about an educated workforce, they claim that the money is there, true, it is. It's just that the people that it is meant for and who would benefit from it, find it hard to get it.
I'll get it I suppose but I'd rather that my twenty-one year old neice got it.