I'm living a sort of anachronism these days. Not so long ago, even just when I was a young punk in my department, people going on the market used to go insane waiting waiting for the JFP to come out in the second week of October. Even as a first and second year, you knew what day it was going to show up in people's mailboxes, because they were there early in the day, waiting for the mail to come in. Then people would spend the rest of the day with their faces four inches away from the newsprint, trying to see what jobs they'd be applying for.
Of course, some of that still goes on. Everyone's waiting for a big pile of updates to the APA's on-line job listings sometime next week. But already being able to see some job ads sort of takes the edge off the anxiety. People going on the job market are already thinking about particular jobs they're going to be applying for, and thinking about how to tweak their application packages for a few specific departments.
People, that is, except me. Why? Because I'm awesome, that's why. So awesome that until two days ago 'd totally blanked on renewing my APA membership. So now, my old password for the APA's website doesn't work and I can't see the jobs. Like I said: awesome.
So until I get my new password--which for some reason has to be sent by snail mail--I'm living like people did back in the day. Waiting.
Update: Um, it looks like I'm facing a serious threat of disrupted domestic harmony unless I add that, in fact, it wasn't me who took care of renewing my APA membership, but the Future Dr. Mrs. Dr. PGS. God knows, if I had to do it myself, it still wouldn't be done.