Happy Anniversary Nora and Tom!

Happy Toast Day to all of us.

I shall celebrate both by...having toast! No butter and sugar, as I have no butter and don't want sugar.

Suzi, what everyonbe else says. You might consider putting your newly polished resume up on some job boards and see what kind of enquiries you get just to get a sample of what sorts of positions you might want to look at.

I don't think I can until I get home. If I send it to you, would you be able to?

You mean like here?

The Frozen Tundra of Lambeau Field? Where I will scream "NITSCHKE!" and remove my shirt no matter how low the wind chill?

Yes! Is tradition! Either that, or you must wear a giant block of yellow-colored foam on your head.

Requiring you to have a final exam ready early to accomodate a student's plans seems wrong to me.

The Packers have always been my #2 team but they way the Bears are playing lately I'm about ready to dye my hair green and gold.

Ech. Feeling headachey this morning. And it's cold in our apartment.

Also, TENTERHOOKS! waiting for word from Paizo.

You mean like here?

That is perfecto!!!

You might consider putting your newly polished resume up on some job boards and see what kind of enquiries you get just to get a sample of what sorts of positions you might want to look at.

Good idea, -t. My last job hunt was pre-internet. I worked for a temp agency until I found a good temp-to-perm job and I'm still here.

Sean, I didn't say it before, but good luck with your submission to Paizo!

Ugh.

I'm having to move from my private office to a sort of awkward shared arrangement. Basically, we've hired a new director--i.e. a new boss for me--and since there isn't a spare office anywhere to be found in this wing of the building, no more private office for me.

I'm feeling panicky because I'm not really ready for the logistical part of the move, which is set to happen in an hour. I'm also dreading the shared space thing, because I've had offices to myself since 1999 and I'm an introvert. And I'm dreading working with the new boss, because in our limited interactions she's been treating me more like an underling and less like a colleague than anyone else here. And why shouldn't she? Everyone else here is a chaplain, a real professional doing important work requiring intellect and advanced training. I'm just a glorified paper pusher. I can just feel myself going from actually enjoying my work--a new thing for me--to hating it and dreading it because I don't feel valued and respected, and then hating myself for having so fucked up my adult life that I'm not in a job that demands respect. My old vicious cycle, in other words. And I don't want to go there. I know it's not the right way to think, but the "This sucks, and YOU suck and don't deserve any better" voices are being very loud all of a sudden. And I can't even think which part of my desk to pack first.

Ugh Susan that sounds like no fun at all. My Mom has a trick in dealing with new situations. She says, "what's the worst that could happen?" and then, "What's the best that could happen?" I find it helps me to keep the extremes in perspective. It stops me from focusing on all the things that could go wrong and makes me pay attention to what might go well.

Have an exam ready early? Maybe -- maybe -- for a trip that the school organizes. Say, if it's part of the requirements for another class. But have an exam ready a week early just because the student (okay, maybe the student's parents) decided to create a scheduling conflict?

Craxy.