I've been refreshing what little I learned about JavaScript by writing utility bookmarklets. It's nothing you wouldn't find on the Internet already (open current page's copy on archive.org, list all outbound/inbound links, rotate/blank/whatever all images etc.), but now there's at least some purpose behind it, which makes all the difference. Much to my surprise, it's actually a lot of fun. The recent weeks were hectic, and the few days I got now are my island of downtime until graduation, which is likely to happen sometime in the middle of June. Can't wait for that, though it's a paradise compared to the idea of going through job search bullshit while applying for doctoral programmes on top of it. At least I decided it's physics instead of maths, and I'm not moving from where I am; six relocations in four years were enough. That uni place that's supposed to coach me for job interviews changed from "talk to us, we're listening and it's completely about finding a solution through dialogue and exercises" to "shut up, will ya? here's a thirty-minute-long diatribe on why we think you're Civil Service material, disregard your objections about complete lack of relevant skills or background this instance!" within three weeks. At least it's a decent excuse to meet people from humanities campus, which is a very different place, but I don't know if I'm going to continue to bother myself with that thing for much longer.
Sucks that that uni place is so unhelpful, especially since you've not even graduated. It's not like you are holding on to a plan even after proof that it isn't working out. (And even then not listening to objections that their plan isn't going to work is not a good way to help.)
Well, to be fair to them, they were helpful. They made my CV more readable, helped me select a picture where I don't look like a complete spazz, gave me tips on (body) language, and made me realise a couple of things that I'm often too dense to notice in time while talking to people. But that's just about the crux of it: I'd be a terrible civil servant in just about every regard imaginable, and it shouldn't take more than an hour to ascertain that. They had twelve.