Meetings!

I'm glad that I don't have to put in an appearance at work tomorrow, because I don't think I could stand having to ...er... sit through one more meeting this week. I had 2 on Tuesday, yesterday, and today. The ones today included a meeting for all the liberal arts college advisors, and also a faculty meeting for our department.

I can't complain too much about either of the meetings I attended today. The faculty meeting was over in less than an hour (!!!), and the advisors' meeting, which was an hour and a half, at least provided us with candy and drinks. (I'd have preferred lunch, but beggers can't be choosers, as they say.)

I'm really of two minds when it comes to meetings. There is something to be said for the energy and enthusiasm they can give you when you're actually discussing something interesting. In fact, it's often been my experience that good meetings really do spark ideas and creativity. However, we've all sat through meetings where they discuss useless trivialities till all you think about is how much more exciting it would be if someone would just come in with a high-powered vacuum and suck out your brain through your nose.

I suppose, if my boss manages to persuade the Higher Ups that they really need to hire me as an advisor full time, I can look forward to all kinds of meetings. But that would be ok. I'm not a meeting person. But I could become one if I were pulling in $50K a year. ;)

Space Cadet

That would be me.

As in, today was the department "Welcome to the New Semester" party which I RSVP'ed to... and totally forgot to go to.

Attending that would have been hella lot better than sitting on my ass today and doing nothing.... like not doing the reading for tomorrow, and not ironing my clothes, and not shaving my legs...

Sometimes, I really suck.

Poison for Dinner, Anyone?

How do you tell your boyfriend he can't cook, and that you'd rather eviscerate yourself with a rhinocerous horn than eat another one of his "specialties"?

I kid you not, his "eggplant parmesan" was the absolute most dreadful experiment in oil-soaked mushy eggplant, sans flavor, sans breading, and sans parmesan that I've even choked down in my life.

And this was our "anniversary" meal. Goddess help me, I thought I would die. Twice he's asked me if I liked it... and twice I've prevaricated along the lines of, "it's very different from the eggplant parmesan I've had before."

I would let this go as one of the relationship crosses I've had to bear, except he's told me that two lesbian friends of his are having a committment ceremony, and he's planning on "catering" (gasp, gag) their dinner with this..."food." I don't, in all conscience, know how I can allow him to ruin their special day with something so heinously bad. But I just don't know how I can tell him he can't cook.

I'm shuddering just thinking about all the leftovers that I have in the fridge. It's so nasty and vile, I don't even want to look at it in order to throw it out.

I know he thought he was doing a kind thing by cooking for our anniversary... but I really would have preferred to go out. Believe me, when he told me he decided he would cook, it took everything I had not to go and get the butcher knife and slit my wrists.

Apologia

Sometimes I write in an e-mail the vomitous bile that would be more appropriate for a blog.

Doggerel, I'm sorry.

Done

Sometimes
the last
paper

you read
makes you
cry.

Taking a Break

I am stressed out right now because grades are due on Monday and while I only have 3 more portfolios to grade, I still have all 19 final projects to grade. I know I'll get them done tomorrow, and probably very quickly, but I'm exhausted, I'm cranky, and I'm just generally depressed.

I really, really wanted to go home for a little while before the new semester started. I had planned on leaving on Tuesday to go home for a week. Then my sister informed me that she was coming for 3 days this Monday. Then directly after that is my "annniversary weekend" with Boyfriend. So that knocks out next week. The week after that I have 3 meetings with my new boss about the advising aspect of my job. I REALLY wanted to get out of them, but of course I couldn't. So that knocks out the week of the 13th-17th. And of course the fall semester starts on the 20th.

I'm just so desolate and exhausted and I really needed that time to recoup. When I'm home with my Mom, we laugh. We hang out. We just be. And I was really counting on that because I always need to recharge before the new semester starts, because teaching takes so much out of me. I constantly feel like I don't have any time to myself--I'm constantly on call to students. And it wears me out.

And I feel like I'll be starting the new semester already in an emotional deficit... and let's face it, this semester is going to be hard. I'm teaching Tech Writing, which I've never done before; I'm doing 12 hours of week advising, and another 8-10 working on the school's cable network. So I'll probably be on campus every day, which means I won't have downtime to grade and think... let alone write!

I'm so depressed. I guess I should just go to bed. I can do those last 3 portfolios tomorrow morning, along with all those final projects. It's obvious to me I'm about to break down and cry, I'm so tired.

I'm sorry for whining.