I'm the Eighth Dwarf, Pissy
After spending the entirety of yesterday answering emails and going to meetings, in which I utterly distinguished myself by being unable to control my facial expressions (oh, I just can't help it. you know how some meetings play out like roosters strutting in a barnyard? Let's face it, people, none of us have any real power, so fighting for dominance among department chairs is just a silly, silly practice.), I watched the film I had assigned for class discussion today, and fell into bed, trying desperately to enumerate the billions of things I have to get done today.
Why, why do I design days so that I go from class to meeting, meeting to class, class to meeting? Why?
So that tomorrow, I can stay home and do nothing but answer emails, that's why.
Oh, but I do have a haircut from the pop-culture loving fetus to look forward to. That's something. [Can anyone give me a crib sheet on this season of Nip/Tuck?]
Til tomorrow, my little chickens...
Why, why do I design days so that I go from class to meeting, meeting to class, class to meeting? Why?
So that tomorrow, I can stay home and do nothing but answer emails, that's why.
Oh, but I do have a haircut from the pop-culture loving fetus to look forward to. That's something. [Can anyone give me a crib sheet on this season of Nip/Tuck?]
Til tomorrow, my little chickens...
posted by kfluff at 8:07 AM
2 Comments:
Meetings: The bain of my existence. I have no patience for posturing and preening ... unless you're sporting a fabulous necklace. I try to keep mine at 15 minutes or less. My heart goes out to you.
Yes! Jewelry gives us something else to think about at those dreadful meetings. As do new shoes, sweaters--hell, even new pens!
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