After another day of madness with schedules (and annoying faculty making ridiculous demands as if they are entitled to what they want, never mind what reality says), Cathy and I went out for a much deserved Italian meal and glass of wine. It was a great talk--and we didn't even spend the entire time talking about NCC. That's a little slice of bliss right there.
It is, however, very late, and I do need to be winding down ASAP; I have to go back in tomorrow to run a check of everything we did (Cathy won't be in, so Lori and I will do it)--which will certainly turn up howling errors that will be a snorting pain in the ass to fix. There is one class still unassigned; I thought we had a plan in place, but that just went down the drain. And as I was starting to type all this, I realized we made some changes without informing the FT faculty whose schedules were affected.
Fuck me blind. (Funny moment: I muttered that under my breath, and Cathy thought I was offering a suggestion for how to fix something, so she said, "How would that work?" Um. Well...)
Anyway, from a purely selfish perspective, the main result of today's madness was that I lost Native American Lit--and I know that if at least four more students don't sign up for Nature in Lit by end of day Monday, Tuesday at the latest, I'm going to lose that, too.
FMB.
Well, this too shall pass. Like a kidney stone, perhaps, but it shall pass.
And tomorrow ... yadda yadda yadda. You get the picture.
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