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Dec. 17th, 2020 01:31 pmLily and Quirk met on purpose this morning. Lily's been going crazy wanting to climb over the gate in the office door since Tuesday (she can't, she's not tall enough), and Quirk wanted out this morning, so I took down the gate (partly because I'm almost not tall enough to climb over it either, and I'm tired of trying to do it with coffee in hand) and let them get together. There was some hissing and some meowing and eventually Lily went out again. An hour or so later Quirk went out, and Lily chased her (silently) back in here and she went into the back of the closet again. Lily kept going into the closet and meowing and hissing at her some more in between periods of hanging around on my desk and getting in my way. Quirk came out from the back of the closet eventually, and Lily went off for her afternoon nap.
I assume all the hissing and whatnot is because we need to know precisely who's in charge here. Surprise, it's me; I can call Lily off. But I don't unless there are signs of actual violence or unless Quirk can't get away, because they've got to figure it out themselves to a certain extent. Some of me wishes I could have taken the gate down and gone somewhere else for the next eight or so hours and let them sort it all out now that they're inclined to sort things out. But (a) pandemic, (b) great big snowstorm, and (c) Thursday.
Speaking of Thursday, it really should have been Friday yesterday. The student who can't write is now at the point of submitting the article for publication, and yesterday I sent her off to read the submission instructions for the European Journal of Dental Education, and she wrote me back and said she doesn't understand them and can I walk her through them, and walk her through reformatting the references, on Zoom? ARGH. No, I couldn't do it yesterday, because I was trying to proofread two sets of surveys and come up with ten years of admissions data and exam grades before tomorrow. And I don't want to do it today, because today I had to submit an article to the JDE (upon which email from my boss saying oh, by the way, I wanted these six people suggested as reviewers, and here are their names with no email addresses. But I can't suggest reviewers without withdrawing and resubmitting the whole article, and I can't even do that right now because it hasn't been seen by an actual human yet), and fill out and submit the six CODA site visitor annual forms (that were due in October sometime, of course, but my boss never did them, so she sent them to me to do ASAP please), and and and...suffice it to say I have no patience for any handholding, but if I don't do it today or tomorrow it's not going to go away, and will be hanging over me when we get back on January 4. I already have at least two recommendation letters for a student who's applying to MBA programs hanging over me and due January 5, which means I have to write them tomorrow. SNARL.
I have nothing against the MBA applicant. He's very nice. But I am completely sick of doing things other people should be doing, particularly at the last minute. And some of the data I needed yesterday had to come from the Drama Llama, and ye gods, the WHINING. I know that a lot of the problem with all of these things right now is me, in the "meet assholes all day and you're the asshole" vein. But I hate every single one of these tasks and pretty much every single one of the people who palmed them off on me. So there.
I assume all the hissing and whatnot is because we need to know precisely who's in charge here. Surprise, it's me; I can call Lily off. But I don't unless there are signs of actual violence or unless Quirk can't get away, because they've got to figure it out themselves to a certain extent. Some of me wishes I could have taken the gate down and gone somewhere else for the next eight or so hours and let them sort it all out now that they're inclined to sort things out. But (a) pandemic, (b) great big snowstorm, and (c) Thursday.
Speaking of Thursday, it really should have been Friday yesterday. The student who can't write is now at the point of submitting the article for publication, and yesterday I sent her off to read the submission instructions for the European Journal of Dental Education, and she wrote me back and said she doesn't understand them and can I walk her through them, and walk her through reformatting the references, on Zoom? ARGH. No, I couldn't do it yesterday, because I was trying to proofread two sets of surveys and come up with ten years of admissions data and exam grades before tomorrow. And I don't want to do it today, because today I had to submit an article to the JDE (upon which email from my boss saying oh, by the way, I wanted these six people suggested as reviewers, and here are their names with no email addresses. But I can't suggest reviewers without withdrawing and resubmitting the whole article, and I can't even do that right now because it hasn't been seen by an actual human yet), and fill out and submit the six CODA site visitor annual forms (that were due in October sometime, of course, but my boss never did them, so she sent them to me to do ASAP please), and and and...suffice it to say I have no patience for any handholding, but if I don't do it today or tomorrow it's not going to go away, and will be hanging over me when we get back on January 4. I already have at least two recommendation letters for a student who's applying to MBA programs hanging over me and due January 5, which means I have to write them tomorrow. SNARL.
I have nothing against the MBA applicant. He's very nice. But I am completely sick of doing things other people should be doing, particularly at the last minute. And some of the data I needed yesterday had to come from the Drama Llama, and ye gods, the WHINING. I know that a lot of the problem with all of these things right now is me, in the "meet assholes all day and you're the asshole" vein. But I hate every single one of these tasks and pretty much every single one of the people who palmed them off on me. So there.
