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The Wonders of the Day-Job
Wednesday, July 22nd, 2009 12:03 pmA while back, the college announced that it would be supplying of the academic departments with Krueger Pod Machines. As you might imagine, I was Pretty Excited to hear that we were going to be getting a Pod Machine, but it turns out -- no, not that kind of pod.
I didn't lose all of my enthusiasm for this project, though, because the Pod Machine was represented as being a single-shot, no muss, no fuss, no-gross-(grossGROSS)-coffeepot-to-try-to-wash-out-in-the-woefully-inadequate-sink-in-the-ladies-restroom. Wow, I thought, I can drink coffee at work again without threatening my immune system or having to put on boots, snow hat and parka and walk over to the campus deli for a $4 cup o'joe.
Now, I'm looking at this thing, and at the Pods, and -- it seems to me that the machine operates by superheating the water in the reservoir, then blasting it through the plastic pod that holds the coffee, and into my cup -- do I have this right? Meaning that melted plastic gets into my coffee?
I'm not seeing this as a Better Alternative to the pot with the green hair growing in the bottom.
In other news, the Immediate Bosses think it would be very good if I did not mention to The Distant Boss over in Admin that I write and publish books. They think he'd do Something Rash, and asked me, specifically, to excise something bearing on my writing from my self-evaluation for last year. I didn't do that, because TDB hadn't asked me for my self-eval and the new rules seemed to indicate that the only folks who cared about such things were the Immediate Bosses. Today, however, the penny dropped, TDB asked for a copy of my self-evaluation.
Now, I usually allow myself to be guided by the Immediate Bosses on matters of college politics, on account of they've survived here a whole lot longer than I hope to have to. But! This piece of advice felt...wrong. I thought about it for a Really Long Time, and finally did do as they had suggested. I still feel bad about it, which probably means it was the wrong thing to do, but there you are.
In other news, the package UPS swears was delivered here at the end of June remains undiscovered, and the vendor, not completely unreasonably, wants their money.
Lunchtime's over. How's by y'all?
I didn't lose all of my enthusiasm for this project, though, because the Pod Machine was represented as being a single-shot, no muss, no fuss, no-gross-(grossGROSS)-coffeepot-to-try-to-wash-out-in-the-woefully-inadequate-sink-in-the-ladies-restroom. Wow, I thought, I can drink coffee at work again without threatening my immune system or having to put on boots, snow hat and parka and walk over to the campus deli for a $4 cup o'joe.
Now, I'm looking at this thing, and at the Pods, and -- it seems to me that the machine operates by superheating the water in the reservoir, then blasting it through the plastic pod that holds the coffee, and into my cup -- do I have this right? Meaning that melted plastic gets into my coffee?
I'm not seeing this as a Better Alternative to the pot with the green hair growing in the bottom.
In other news, the Immediate Bosses think it would be very good if I did not mention to The Distant Boss over in Admin that I write and publish books. They think he'd do Something Rash, and asked me, specifically, to excise something bearing on my writing from my self-evaluation for last year. I didn't do that, because TDB hadn't asked me for my self-eval and the new rules seemed to indicate that the only folks who cared about such things were the Immediate Bosses. Today, however, the penny dropped, TDB asked for a copy of my self-evaluation.
Now, I usually allow myself to be guided by the Immediate Bosses on matters of college politics, on account of they've survived here a whole lot longer than I hope to have to. But! This piece of advice felt...wrong. I thought about it for a Really Long Time, and finally did do as they had suggested. I still feel bad about it, which probably means it was the wrong thing to do, but there you are.
In other news, the package UPS swears was delivered here at the end of June remains undiscovered, and the vendor, not completely unreasonably, wants their money.
Lunchtime's over. How's by y'all?
