Yesterday was the first day back at work after spending the holiday break sleeping and eating an obscene amount of chocolate. When I dragged my sorry ass into the office yesterday after struggling to get out of bed before lunchtime, my calendar for the Spring semester was bare except for a few holidays and a couple of grant deadlines. Tonight, a mere 36 hours later, the calendar is suddenly chocked full of meetings, classes, meetings, meetings, stupid meetings, office hours, really stupid meetings.
Grrrr.
I did stumble across another small grant opportunity for which I have a proposal that can be recycled with only mild tweaking. Sigh. That makes two grants due in the next few weeks. And the teaching semester starts next week.
Heavy sigh.
After feeling more than a little overwhelmed at the sudden calendar chaos, I was on my way out the door this evening when I was inadvertently dragged into a discussion that quickly turned into a two hour argument about why a committee on which I am a (fairly silent and not-very-valued) member made Decision X and Choice Y.
Grrrr.
The only saving grace today was discovering that someone had left a large tin of Belgian chocolates in the lunch room. I assumed that they were for everyone. It’s a bit late now as the secretary and I didn’t leave much for anyone else. Very tasty.
This I Do Not Believe
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