sordid details following

[freckles_and_doubt]

Orientation/registration difficulties over the last week have, courtesy of cosmic wossnames who apparently have it in for me, included the following:

1. The complete non-arrival of the faculty handbooks. That means I was giving curriculum briefings to first-years and advisors, and running registration, entirely on a cardboard-and-string combination of last year's handbook with the various handouts, supplementary booklets, hotsheets and frantic updates which I produce annually more or less as a nervous twitch just in case this exact thing happens.
   
2. A new, fascinating computer error which blanked out the screen of the lectern computer in my orientation venue so I couldn't see anything I was projecting to the data projector screen behind me. (It was projecting fine. I just couldn't see it on the computer). Manipulating powerpoints and swapping between documents was challenging, and involved a lot of craning my neck as the mouse cord wasn't long enough for me to go round the other side of the lectern. In addition, we were filming all my lectures. I haven't dared look at the result. I hope the students can make sense of curriculum briefings which issue from the back of my head. This was a particularly annoying problem because it recurred: Day 1, no screen, logged call, they sorted it out, Day 2 fine, Day 3 spontaneously regenerated the problem. Alas, my techno-jinx.
   
3. The orientation leaders, in a fit of excess enthusiasm, blowing the speakers we'd hired for their opening number by cranking the sound up too high, to the tune of several thousand rand for which we are now liable. We've had budget cuts this year.
   
4. The coexistence of all of the above orientation/registration hassle with the unique circumstance of the extra marks checking exercise we've had to run this year as a result of last year's exam delays and all the extra deferred exams. I've just worked a seven-day week. I took a board schedule home at 6.30 on Friday, and spent that night and Saturday morning checking it before a three-hour Saturday meeting. I spent four hours yesterday in a marks review meeting and the rest of the day allocating advisors to registration sessions. I am a very particular level of complete shambling zombie.
   
5. I've lost 10 out of my advisor squad in the last week, either academics not pitching up to training, or sudden family emergencies or what have you. I am trying to allocate not enough advisors to too many sessions. I mean, I more or less always have to do that, but this year it's an extra-huge deficit.
   
6. The continual, subliminal, nebulous fear that we may have protests and disruptions of orientation or reg this week so that a large proportion of all this preparation may be ultimately in vain. Hopefully not, because our VC is sneaky and intelligently political, and has rustled up extra money to address the fees exclusion issues Fees Must Fall are now agitating about, but it may not be enough.
   
7. Heatwaves. Last night had an added side order of a mosquito plague, during which both cats joined me under the mosquito net in sheer self-defence. I could hear them twitching and occasionally trying to bite mosquitoes out of the air as they were being eaten alive.
   
8. PMT. Apparently the anti-depressants were keeping this down, because oh lord.

Despite all of the above, I am surprisingly cheerful. Completely bloody exhausted, but there's a sort of vindictive relish in making it all work in the teeth of the odds. Also, as a gesture of defiant self-indulgence I have just ordered myself the complete boxed set of the Star Wars: Clone Wars animated series, which for some reason is currently at about half price on Blu-Ray on Takealot. Because fuck it, I have earned some entertaining fluff.

(Subject line is David Bowie, "Ashes to Ashes". It seemed appropriate. If only because my current work life is enough to make me wistfully wish I actually did drugs.)

Comments

[bronchitikat.livejournal.com]

Sounds pretty grim, but you have survived. Congratulations.

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

well, so far, at any rate. I'm still in the middle of it. Current score, have not killed anyone yet and am not in foetal position under my bed, so I'll count it as still ahead.

[virtualkathy.livejournal.com]

As the years roll by, I'm beginning to grasp how much better I do "in the teeth of things" rather than being worn down by low-grade boring and relentless menial shit that kills your soul.
Go, you! Good luck! Also, I'm both impressed and happy that we get a blog update, too :-)

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

The blog update is a necessary safety valve, it's fairly satisfying to itemise and vent the frustrations!

[wolverine-nun.livejournal.com]

re PMT.
Have you seen this lovely Guardian article on WaterAid's campaign "if men had periods"? It's delightful. There are three videos, of which the second features PMT.

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

this one (http://www.theguardian.com/global-development-professionals-network/2016/jan/25/if-men-had-periods-wateraid-menstruation-sanitation)? Oh, lord, that's lovely, it's made me giggle despite the ungodly hour of the morning. Reinforced kevlar skeleton! Office politics PMT! also, now I am craving chocolate oranges. Thank you for the rec, giggles were sorely needed.

[wolverine-nun.livejournal.com]

urgh. Sorry, forgot the link. I'm glad I was clear enough in my description for you to find it :)

"designed by NASA scientists!"

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Dead easy to find, I added the link to my comment because it was such a lovely thing to watch, I thought other witterers might want to click through :>.