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ah, family. ah, faculty.
I got into work at 8:20 feeling like I'd already put in most of a day on the home front, although I only got up at 6:15. (I did get to hear my mother prowling around the house from about 4:30 on.) This is what it's like to have family staying in the house, and disrupted routines.
And then I got in to find faculty fulminating outrage over a lost book in my email. Not without justification - the book in question is both enormous and valuable, and I agree should probably not circulate. It wasn't lost while I was employed here, but I do feel some obligation to address the concerns, and have begun to do so. But the *tone* of the emails is so exhausting at 8:30 am after a trying morning. Nobody can make drama like faculty. Several things lately at work have reminded me of the various reasons not associated with writer's block and the two-body problem that caused me to leave my academic career path.
And then I got in to find faculty fulminating outrage over a lost book in my email. Not without justification - the book in question is both enormous and valuable, and I agree should probably not circulate. It wasn't lost while I was employed here, but I do feel some obligation to address the concerns, and have begun to do so. But the *tone* of the emails is so exhausting at 8:30 am after a trying morning. Nobody can make drama like faculty. Several things lately at work have reminded me of the various reasons not associated with writer's block and the two-body problem that caused me to leave my academic career path.