It's hard to get any real work done when life is on hold. The classes I was scheduled to teach before the dept. chair asked me to teach the SLA classes are still listed the same way. Usually when she changes someone's schedule, the change shows up online pretty quickly. Today starts registration for Fall classes, so of course, students who register for something today won't be very happy if it changes suddenly. So--what does this mean? My furrowed brow and feverish paranoia are dancing the worry dance. Has she changed her mind? Has she decided not to have me teach the SLA classes (after announcing it at the faculty meeting)? Is she anticipating that I won't be teaching for them at all in the Fall? Dare I hope that she's planning a better schedule for a tenure-track faculty member? Yeah. Right.
The "other school" has posted an affiliate position. I think Esteemed Spouse halfway wants me to apply for it. Before I do that, I'll apply for the position at Davenport. It's not the job of my dreams, but it's only six miles away! That beats 66 miles away, even if there isn't really an English Dept. (Just some people who teach English classes in a General Classes area.)
I'm not "too good" to apply for the affiliate position, but they don't even mention a Ph.D. in the ad. They just want M.A. or M.F.A. And teachers never get to teach anything other than the low-level basic courses. Spouse is thinking about retirement benefits, but I'm much more likely to die than to live to retirement age.
The sun is shining today, but it's cold outside. Tomorrow--the day I have to do my drive--is predicted to be mixed precipitation of snow, sleet, freezing rain, and wind. Of course. Wednesday is again sunny. And Thursday is, again, crap. Frozen crap. Do I sound disgruntled? I am. I'm tired of being the mouse. For once, I want to be the CAT!!! I want other people's lives to be put on hold, just so I can torture them!
No, not really. I just want to stop being tortured. Is that too much to ask? That, and for Spring to hurry up and get here? Apparently so.
If the CIA decides to give up waterboarding, they can always dangle jobs over people's heads and then keep postponing decisions until the people go crazy. It's flat working on me. At any moment, I'm going to sit in a little heap on the floor and weep and tear at my hair. Right now, since I am so sure the decision won't be a happy one for me, I just want to get it over with. Just shoot me.
My ears and sinuses continue to hurt. That is NOT helping my bad mood. Dr. S.
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