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Do you love me?/Will you love me forever?
Wednesday, February 16th, 2011 06:03 pmBitching and moaning below. If you don't care for that sort of thing, move on.
So, I got a chance to talk to the guy who was chair of the History Department when it was untimely left without a secretary, and who was instrumental in building my day-job description; he's been on sabbatical and today's the first time I've seen him in a good while. He described a very careful and reasoned approach to building the job description, clearly remembered the Department and three programs that the new hire was to serve and firmly rejected the stealth addition of two additional programs as against the spirit of having job description.
This makes me feel somewhat less like an idiot being played for a fish, but long-term it's not going to do a damn' bit of good, Admin having already decided to adopt the Humpty-Dumpty mode -- and besides, that, they own the ball. I'm just really, really tired of waking up every single work day pissed off and ready to break things. Yes, yes, I know: Only I can control my emotions, and if I was a good secretary I would Rise Above and Be Professional. But when the insult is renewed every day. . .
Sigh.
When I grow up, I wanna be a writer. Is that a lot to ask?
So, I got a chance to talk to the guy who was chair of the History Department when it was untimely left without a secretary, and who was instrumental in building my day-job description; he's been on sabbatical and today's the first time I've seen him in a good while. He described a very careful and reasoned approach to building the job description, clearly remembered the Department and three programs that the new hire was to serve and firmly rejected the stealth addition of two additional programs as against the spirit of having job description.
This makes me feel somewhat less like an idiot being played for a fish, but long-term it's not going to do a damn' bit of good, Admin having already decided to adopt the Humpty-Dumpty mode -- and besides, that, they own the ball. I'm just really, really tired of waking up every single work day pissed off and ready to break things. Yes, yes, I know: Only I can control my emotions, and if I was a good secretary I would Rise Above and Be Professional. But when the insult is renewed every day. . .
Sigh.
When I grow up, I wanna be a writer. Is that a lot to ask?
