Calculated risk

I have four more essays to grade for tomorrow's class, and one other essay-esque thing that I got late from a student but that shouldn't take too long. That's a dangerous amount to try to fit into the 75 minutes I have between classes, but I'm going to try it anyway. I am out of steam for today. If I weren't going out with the gang, I might take everything home, nap, and then try to crank out at least one or two more, but, well, I am going out with the gang, so never mind that idea.

And I do not want to call in sick to Advisement again. I don't usually go in on Thursdays, but I'm making up time that I missed for conferences a while back, and since I missed two of my three regular days this week, I figure the least I can do is make up that time. I am taking the essays with me, in the highly unlikely event that I have time to work on anything between students, but on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I'm the only faculty adviser during the time when I'm there; most people have committee obligations in that time slot, but the few committees I'm on don't tend to meet during club hour. Of course, one of them is, in fact, meeting tomorrow--Seminar Hours--but I told Scott at the start of the semester that I would be pretty functionally useless this term, and that has certainly been the case.

So, tomorrow I have to finish up those essays and do P&B minutes. If I have additional time, there is at least one promotion application I need to look at. I got a call earlier from the person I'm mentoring for promotion, but I didn't want to take it. I have told her repeatedly to communicate with me by email, not phone; I absolutely fucking refuse to deal with work stuff on my personal communication devices, either cell or home. I will listen to her message when I get home tonight--and I will reply by email. I can try to find time to talk with her in person tomorrow--but I know she's going to be all wound up about something having to do with her promotion application (probably that it was not submitted on time), but I am not going to either talk her down about it nor get my own skivvies in an uproar.

In about 2 minutes, I'm going to head out the door. I'm glad we're having an early dinner tonight, as I'm hoping to get home and start winding down early enough to get a little more sleep. The waking up in the wee hours and not being able to go back to sleep thing really does have to stop, so tonight, I'm going to do what I can to head that off at the pass, as it were.

And more tomorrow.