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May. 21st, 2018 04:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesHaving been through Day 1 of training last week, which was all about the MBTI, it is not a major shock that I am as introverted as it's possible to measure. I can pretty much go either way with the other three, which surprised me slightly. The introversion was not a surprise in the slightest. Even if it isn't gospel, it does at least give me something to think about in terms of how I deal with people. (What it boils down to is, no, I REALLY don't want to be a leader. But since I have to, I had better learn how.)
Being, as I am, a massive introvert, it was nice to get home a little early on Wednesday because being in the same room with 40 other people all day (they don't even let us out for lunch) was exhausting. Also nice is the Trader Joe's on Western Ave, which meant I could get most of the Really Important grocery shopping done on Wednesday instead of on Saturday in the rain.
Because I did expect rain on Saturday, I got the kitty litter home ASAP and then got rained on for the second lap, which was the not-as-important grocery shopping. And then I got the place clean enough not to be horribly embarrassed when the vet comes tomorrow to try to get blood out of Lily again. Unfortunately the laundry didn't go as planned; the washing machine decided not to spin at all. Last time it wanted to but needed a jump start. This time the motor makes all the right noises, but the drum ain't havin' any. At least not on the normal cycle. I got it to spin on the Permanent Press cycle, sort of, but there was still extra water in the clothes. Sigh. I don't really want another repair bill on top of another vet bill.
Speaking of vet bills, on Saturday the latest elderly Shih Tzu living upstairs went to the vet for the last time. She'd had chronic kidney failure for a while and it had stopped responding to treatment, so it was time. I think this was the best of the four I've known, and she came when she was desperately needed (after the marathon bombing) and I think she helped. If nothing else, she was relentlessly cheerful for most of five years. I hope the next one (and there will be a next one) is as good in her own way. (I'm assuming, but they've all been girls so far.) The third one was work, because she had mental issues; the second one and the first one were perfectly fine, but not my cup of tea.
On Sunday I looked at the rest of the chores list and decided that it was all work, and I'd had enough of doing work, so I got the cats brushed and then rotted my brain playing Civ all afternoon and evening.
This is Weirdness Week, being graduation week, so everyone either isn't here, is here and running around like mad trying to get signed out, or is here and trying to weather Weirdness Week. I'm trying to write a Powerpoint presentation on feedback and outcomes measurement, finish up the symposium scheduling (including dinner reservations; gotta do that tomorrow), start revising the graduation survey for next year, redact a copy of this year's graduation survey for consumption by the curriculum committee, provide a (thankfully short) survey on paper for a student's research project, and help figure out how to incorporate a new grading system for OSCEs with the one we've got now. (Side note: "pre-entrustable/emerging/entrustable" is the stupidest grade range I've heard in ages.)
On top of all that, I'm basically Calvin waiting for his propeller beanie in the mail, because I ordered myself yet another new work bag. The vegan-leather one is falling apart already because it doesn't like having my wallet in one of its inside pockets and my phone in the corresponding outside pocket, but I can't find my wallet in the bag if it isn't in a pocket and that's the only one that's big enough. So, after some buy-it-for-life type research, I ordered myself a comparably sized Tom Bihn cafe bag and a set of removable pockets (which they call a Freudian Slip). I just hope my thermos and the Freudian Slip will fit in the bag at the same time. We'll see. But anyway, I ordered this last Thursday, and paid for three-day shipping, and UPS will only tell me that it left Portland, OR four days ago and I should get it this Thursday. So I have no idea where it actually is, or why I'm getting it on Thursday if I paid for three-day shipping. First world problem, of course, but the Instant Gratification Monster is roaring like mad.
Being, as I am, a massive introvert, it was nice to get home a little early on Wednesday because being in the same room with 40 other people all day (they don't even let us out for lunch) was exhausting. Also nice is the Trader Joe's on Western Ave, which meant I could get most of the Really Important grocery shopping done on Wednesday instead of on Saturday in the rain.
Because I did expect rain on Saturday, I got the kitty litter home ASAP and then got rained on for the second lap, which was the not-as-important grocery shopping. And then I got the place clean enough not to be horribly embarrassed when the vet comes tomorrow to try to get blood out of Lily again. Unfortunately the laundry didn't go as planned; the washing machine decided not to spin at all. Last time it wanted to but needed a jump start. This time the motor makes all the right noises, but the drum ain't havin' any. At least not on the normal cycle. I got it to spin on the Permanent Press cycle, sort of, but there was still extra water in the clothes. Sigh. I don't really want another repair bill on top of another vet bill.
Speaking of vet bills, on Saturday the latest elderly Shih Tzu living upstairs went to the vet for the last time. She'd had chronic kidney failure for a while and it had stopped responding to treatment, so it was time. I think this was the best of the four I've known, and she came when she was desperately needed (after the marathon bombing) and I think she helped. If nothing else, she was relentlessly cheerful for most of five years. I hope the next one (and there will be a next one) is as good in her own way. (I'm assuming, but they've all been girls so far.) The third one was work, because she had mental issues; the second one and the first one were perfectly fine, but not my cup of tea.
On Sunday I looked at the rest of the chores list and decided that it was all work, and I'd had enough of doing work, so I got the cats brushed and then rotted my brain playing Civ all afternoon and evening.
This is Weirdness Week, being graduation week, so everyone either isn't here, is here and running around like mad trying to get signed out, or is here and trying to weather Weirdness Week. I'm trying to write a Powerpoint presentation on feedback and outcomes measurement, finish up the symposium scheduling (including dinner reservations; gotta do that tomorrow), start revising the graduation survey for next year, redact a copy of this year's graduation survey for consumption by the curriculum committee, provide a (thankfully short) survey on paper for a student's research project, and help figure out how to incorporate a new grading system for OSCEs with the one we've got now. (Side note: "pre-entrustable/emerging/entrustable" is the stupidest grade range I've heard in ages.)
On top of all that, I'm basically Calvin waiting for his propeller beanie in the mail, because I ordered myself yet another new work bag. The vegan-leather one is falling apart already because it doesn't like having my wallet in one of its inside pockets and my phone in the corresponding outside pocket, but I can't find my wallet in the bag if it isn't in a pocket and that's the only one that's big enough. So, after some buy-it-for-life type research, I ordered myself a comparably sized Tom Bihn cafe bag and a set of removable pockets (which they call a Freudian Slip). I just hope my thermos and the Freudian Slip will fit in the bag at the same time. We'll see. But anyway, I ordered this last Thursday, and paid for three-day shipping, and UPS will only tell me that it left Portland, OR four days ago and I should get it this Thursday. So I have no idea where it actually is, or why I'm getting it on Thursday if I paid for three-day shipping. First world problem, of course, but the Instant Gratification Monster is roaring like mad.
