Quick break, because I let Kato out in the backyard: our maple tree has buds!!! You know how the Whos down in Whoville sing "Welcome Christmas" (dahoo dores)? That is how I feel about spring returning, every single year. Fahoo fores! Maple tree buds! It's going to be 70 here again today and I have the front door open while I work. It's magnificent.

Back to it.

I hope your new old position is set in stone soon, Sara.

We have some early cherry trees blooming, and peak is supposed to happen really early this year: March 27th or there about!

We have an accreditation inspection coming up, and one of the Deans is driving me nuts about some charts I prepared. I followed the directions, and he keeps adding in information they don't want and don't ask for because he thinks it makes us look better. It doesn't, it makes us look like we can't follow directions!

For our Buffista teachers, especially those in the LAUSD. I found this article eye-opening, and yet another check on my white privilege.

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Oh good lord. Yesterday, my boss told me I'd be taking over all the Latin AMerica accounts (there have been two of us covering them, but the column hasn't really been enough to justify that) starting 4/1. I went to the other analyst this morning just to ask if there was anything she thought we really needed to go over before that happened and she was kind of taken aback, saying she hadn't heard anything official, which I agreed, this wasn't really official, I just wanted to check in with her. Now the official email has gone out and it says I'll be handling all of LATAM as of 3/14. How did that happen? It'll be fine, it really doesn't matter, but how did the timeline get moved up by over two weeks with no discussion whatsoever?

That reminds me, gotta make pies this weekend.

my tape dispenser is a C15, probably not suitable for bludgeoning.

A Swingline 747 stapler also works well. I have a bright red one on my desk.

If you feel like some good weepiness, check out this story about a shelter dog: [link]

I had to stop, because I was crying too much!

My red Swingline is at home, I fear it would walk off if I brought it in to work. I have a small purple one here that probably would not be great for bludgeoning. Pretty light.

So I emailed my "confusion" to the head of the search committee, who replied that she had stepped down as the head of the search committee (since the phone interview a week ago), and the new head of the search committee is the person who evaded my question during the interview. My email has been forwarded to this new search committee head for comment.

Yeah, that makes me feel better about this job.

My new coasters for my oddly nice work desk arrived, so there's that.

WANT.

I referred to myself as an infectious cloud in the email I just sent indicating that I thought it best that I work from home while I'm a coughing, sneezing, and congested hot mess.

I just checked, and I'm pretty sure my tape dispenser would be the best thing for bludgeoning on my desk.

Update: Maybe it's less my job trying to kill me and more my uterus? Although the fuckery is real.