I'm discovering that the end of the academic quarter, which is a huge relief for students and faculty, sucks for admin staff. I can't be happy for the 10 or 12 people who just finished their master's programs and are home free, free, walking away with a weight off their shoulders and a shiny new bunch of letters after their names, because I'm still busy with late paperwork and missing signatures and last-minute graduation-delaying bureaucracy for all of them. The faculty are turning up in jeans and t-shirts saying they're glad things are slowing down, and I am glowering at them from behind the paper-pile battlements that rise from every corner of my desk.
This is where my personal system of rewards and entitlements comes in. Whereas, this week sucks and I am busy and stressed, and whereas, I am here until 5:30 every night and everyone else is sauntering out of here at 4, now therefore, once the big hand hits 5 I will sit at my desk and listen to "Worked Up So Sexual" by The Faint over and over as many times as I please, and the fact that it is wholly inappropriate for work will not trouble me in the slightest. Who wouldn't work better accompanied by a tiny voice singing about boobs?Posted by dianna at December 11, 2007 05:21 PM