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Still Alive
Aug. 27th, 2007 09:07 amI am still here! I keep reading everyone's journals, and by the time I've finished, I don't feel much like writing, or my conscience tells me I should go and do work. (I'm ignoring it today).
Life keeps happening. We've made it to the mid-semester break, which on the one hand seems to have arrived horribly quickly, and on the other, couldn't arrive soon enough, as I can now spend 2 weeks on my own stuff! So here I am, not working. That seems to be the story of my life.
I finally got some gardening done a few weeks back - I have Goth pots!! I planted two pots with white poppies and black pansies in them, and will post photos when the flowers are all out. I also found another old-fashioned climbing rose, so I have now planted a clay bank with three old-style roses, though I'm not sure how the cuttings will survive.
On the work side of things, I ran into an uncomfortable situation when the convenor of the course I'm teaching left me with a hand-written timetable, which I offered to type up, otherwise it wouldn't have been done before the second half of the semester started. Unfortunately, it turned out that the convenor hadn't even communicated the timetabling to the other staff, so that two people thought they were lecturing on the same day. Thankfully, this was discovered the night BEFORE the class, and was fixed, but left me (and one of the lecturers) rather annoyed at a certain convenor - who isn't even teaching on the course! I am apparently being paid as a co-convenor for the paper, which the convenor hadn't told me. Now that I know that, I'm planning on pulling my weight, and the lecturers are going to get together over the break and sort out stuff, to present to Mr Convenor as fait accompli when he returns from his trip. (Mira, keep this to yourself!)
And then there is the whole horrible can of worms over the English Dept PhD Writing Group.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zcatcurious has written on it a fair bit, but I think it's all friend-locked. Basically, a clash of personalities, with certain people in the group claiming that politness is a tyranny, and they won't submit to it. Some people are wanting out, because of the way that they've been attacked, and others want out when we suggested a Code of Conduct that revolved around 'no personal attacks'. And thinking before you speak, and being thoughtful about the effect of your words on others, is not being true to yourself. It all gets me so stressed that I start shaking just thinking about it. If it can't be resolved this Friday, I'm not going to the group anymore. It has already proved to be more emotional strain than anything else, and has not been terribly useful - no-one else is studying anything earlier than 17th C.
Right, off to read, and try writing. Have a good week, all!
Life keeps happening. We've made it to the mid-semester break, which on the one hand seems to have arrived horribly quickly, and on the other, couldn't arrive soon enough, as I can now spend 2 weeks on my own stuff! So here I am, not working. That seems to be the story of my life.
I finally got some gardening done a few weeks back - I have Goth pots!! I planted two pots with white poppies and black pansies in them, and will post photos when the flowers are all out. I also found another old-fashioned climbing rose, so I have now planted a clay bank with three old-style roses, though I'm not sure how the cuttings will survive.
On the work side of things, I ran into an uncomfortable situation when the convenor of the course I'm teaching left me with a hand-written timetable, which I offered to type up, otherwise it wouldn't have been done before the second half of the semester started. Unfortunately, it turned out that the convenor hadn't even communicated the timetabling to the other staff, so that two people thought they were lecturing on the same day. Thankfully, this was discovered the night BEFORE the class, and was fixed, but left me (and one of the lecturers) rather annoyed at a certain convenor - who isn't even teaching on the course! I am apparently being paid as a co-convenor for the paper, which the convenor hadn't told me. Now that I know that, I'm planning on pulling my weight, and the lecturers are going to get together over the break and sort out stuff, to present to Mr Convenor as fait accompli when he returns from his trip. (Mira, keep this to yourself!)
And then there is the whole horrible can of worms over the English Dept PhD Writing Group.
zcatcurious has written on it a fair bit, but I think it's all friend-locked. Basically, a clash of personalities, with certain people in the group claiming that politness is a tyranny, and they won't submit to it. Some people are wanting out, because of the way that they've been attacked, and others want out when we suggested a Code of Conduct that revolved around 'no personal attacks'. And thinking before you speak, and being thoughtful about the effect of your words on others, is not being true to yourself. It all gets me so stressed that I start shaking just thinking about it. If it can't be resolved this Friday, I'm not going to the group anymore. It has already proved to be more emotional strain than anything else, and has not been terribly useful - no-one else is studying anything earlier than 17th C.Right, off to read, and try writing. Have a good week, all!
