It’s been a busy summer–which should be evident since I haven’t posted anything since April! Work, as always, is ridiculously busy–especially this time of year–contrary to popular belief. I always just laugh when people ask, “Are you working this summer?”
Of course, I’m working. The College is open all summer long. I teach classes, and I work on a million and two projects that don’t get done during the busy fall and spring semesters, and I continue all the administrative duties required by my position–scheduling, hiring, training, curriculum revisions & development, program development., etc. And fires–I put out metaphorical fires nearly every day. I do triage every day. And that really makes it hard to keep up with anything that isn’t and immediate, urger, and important task.
Someone recently asked a group of us educators to volunteer for a project in which we record what exactly it is we do each week for 52 weeks, so as to get a sense of what our jobs really are. That made me laugh, too. Trust me: you don’t want to know. It stresses me out just thinking about it. I couldn’t do this job if I didn’t do it one step at a time…and even then, it’s incredibly high-stress. I live in the moment–dealing with those fires, doing the triage, and trying to keep from drowning in the other tasks that are supposed to make up my day-to-day job. I wouldn’t even be able to record everything I do; I wouldn’t have time.
Speaking of which, I need to go review my adjunct pool for the 50th time this week because I’m still short on instructors. And maybe this time, a qualified, available candidate will magically appear.
Oh–yes. It is Saturday.