Fingers crossed for your hubby, Connie.
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Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Fingers knotted into a Star of David for your DH Connie. Also making the sign of the hammer.
Lots of ~ma for your hubby, Connie.
I've got an on-campus interview on Wednesday. Just today, around noon, they emailed me to let me know what they wanted me to do for the teaching demonstration. Part of it I can do -- it's a time crunch to prep a lesson plan, but it's stuff I've taught a ton of times before, so I can do it -- but the other part, there's just no way. It's a topic I've never taught before, from a perspective I've never taught before, and I simply cannot prep it in a day and a half, while also teaching my own classes. So I emailed back and told them that I could do the first part of it, but that I wouldn't be able to do the second part, and explained why. I'll see what they say. (I don't really think this job is for me, anyway, but I don't know enough about it to say for certain.)
I think it is fucking insane for them to email you about what to do for a job talk less than 2 days before you are going to do it.
I swear to God, academic drives me batshit sometimes.
They fail at job interviewing. Troubling if that's an indicator of the demands they expect from staff.
well, no kidding.
Just call me Sybil Fawlty. Special subject: the bleedin' obvious.
Yeah, I'm not really too impressed with that, either.
Meanwhile, yesterday Biyi and I celebrated our seventh wedding anniversary. (Seven of the best years of my life.) We had dinner at a rather nice Japanese restaurant in Southbank, with balcony views of the city across the river. Very pleasant, relaxing evening. (Of course, Ryan has his own opinions as to the desirability of Mummy and Daddy spending evenings without the pleasure of his company.)
On Thursday, we'll be out again. We're attending a show at the Melbourne Comedy Festival. Fun week.
News from Hubby:
The cancers are shrinking nicely. I'm guessing the upsurge in symptoms is the various symptoms reacting. And maybe chemo side effects in and of themselves.
So the positive train is still the proper trip to be on.