Thank you to everyone who contributed a campus-visit horror story to my research for this Vitae piece, on “dealbreakers.” Perhaps something asinine that a search committee did to YOU was featured! If not, fear not, I may always dip back into my repository of woe for another article.
Meanwhile, I want everyone to know (who’s interested) that I am doing OK. I took a sick day from work today (in case any students are reading this–you have an online activity due tonight, and it BETTER BE GOOD! I’M WATCHING!), because, mercifully, Nature has begun to take its course, and this nine-legged, five-headed false start (hey, if I’m going to lose an embryo when it’s the size of a poppyseed, I can imagine that it would have had nine legs and five heads! It’s my prerogative. It’s the way that I want to live) is finally beginning its long-awaited exodus, which will be followed by my re-entrodus to my long-lost BFF WeightWatchers(TM). I’ve got a big conference at Penn State in three weeks, and my goal is to be able to squeeze back into one of my good dresses with the help of some Spanx. I’ve got another big event in New York in early April, and my goal then is to slip back into my slimmest, chicest pencil skirts with the greatest of ease.
But for today: Giant guacamole burrito. Cupcake. Hot cocoa. TV (my husband and I started True Detective last night and it will take all I have not to binge-watch the next three episodes while he’s gone). Whatever I damn well want.
And, of course, doing whatever work I can from home, which means checking my brilliant students’ online Faust activities, so DO THEM, yes? Love you.
*not ACTUAL housekeeping; this place is a frat-house shit-show as usual; sorry, dear. All you can hope is that Dewey Crowe makes it through Season 5 alive, and I lose the bet, and have to scrub this place top to bottom.