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I want a gold star for my forehead, because I received a document yesterday "for review" that needs to be formatted in a specific way, and was so badly done that the only way to fix it was to nuke it from orbit and start over. I did that this morning and sent it back with very clear instructions as to how to finish it, and managed not to actually say "That was really inspiredly fucked up, and you obviously didn't understand what you were supposed to do, so here, don't touch ANYTHING except the highlighted sections. And you owe me a bottle of Advil."
Then I got an email that says the University Visiting Committee wants a report, pretty much yesterday, on "remote learning, curricular changes, Curriculum Committee votes, data on student feedback (class of 2020 graduation survey results on our responsiveness to Covid), etc." So I slapped together five pages of everything up to the etc. (which worries me, because I can see "etc." turning into "But what about..." several times), and the Visiting Committee owes me a gold star for my forehead and a bottle of Advil too.
I suppose I should think about what, if anything, I want for time off this spring. I used to take a week in March or April back when life made sense. I do know I can't get all the way to July without taking a week off somewhere. But I've also burned out the bulb in my brain for today and I can't think about anything in a straight line until tomorrow. So I will not be doing my taxes or signing the financial documents I have to sign and mail back, today, either.
Then I got an email that says the University Visiting Committee wants a report, pretty much yesterday, on "remote learning, curricular changes, Curriculum Committee votes, data on student feedback (class of 2020 graduation survey results on our responsiveness to Covid), etc." So I slapped together five pages of everything up to the etc. (which worries me, because I can see "etc." turning into "But what about..." several times), and the Visiting Committee owes me a gold star for my forehead and a bottle of Advil too.
I suppose I should think about what, if anything, I want for time off this spring. I used to take a week in March or April back when life made sense. I do know I can't get all the way to July without taking a week off somewhere. But I've also burned out the bulb in my brain for today and I can't think about anything in a straight line until tomorrow. So I will not be doing my taxes or signing the financial documents I have to sign and mail back, today, either.