Life in the Slow Lane

You know it's been a long time since you blogged when even your own computer doesn't remember your blog address.

I hereby welcome you to the first meeting of the new committee I find myself (on?). Chairwoman Me presiding: I motion that the first order of business be to do away with the suggested committee title "GO (Global Outreach) Team. Committee Member Me: I second the motion. Chairwoman Me: All in favor say "Yea". All of Me: Yea Chairwoman Me: All opposed say "Nay". *Silence* Chairwoman Me: Motion Passed!

Summer is a very dangerous thing. As it approaches, you are likely to think that you will soon have time to do the necessary things of organizing cupboards and closets or answering the emails that have been waiting unanswered in your inbox or finally getting together with the friend who may not even remember what you look like. And what is worse, you may even begin to think you have time to take on new projects. And that is why summer is a very dangerous thing. Not even one week into your summer vacation you may find yourself suddenly the sole member of a committee. Of course, if that should ever, ever happen to me, at least I have several personas to fill the committee seats.

Can you tell I've missed my blog? I've posted a new poll... come and help me celebrate my school vacation!

Six months ago I started with a new crew at work. I began what I have affectionately termed "Drive-by Training". Maybe the connotations would be better if I called it "Drive-thru Training," but the sense is pretty much the same... I fling instructions over the wall as I walk from my corner to the far corner with the printer and on my way back, I stop to check that no one is an inch away from pulling out all of their hair. I don't suspect that this method will receive any write-ups in "Top ten ways to build a powerhouse department", but that's okay. I'm making my own top ten lists. And I almost am surprised to say so, but that new crew makes the list.

On Saturday, a day late due to the arrival of a certain somebody and the need to entertain another certain somebody , I turned in my 30 page paper. The thing of it is, even though I titled the document "30 Page Paper" in My Documents, the page count was suspiciously lower... oh, let's say like approximately eleven. I will hasten to point out that it has been many years since I last took a math class, but I think that eleven is not all close to thirty. Perhaps if I had taken more classes in statistics, I could make a graph where eleven is nearly indiscernible from thirty, but I didn't. And this is where we learn another good thing about school: We have opportunity to learn about GRACE. Getting something wonderful, unexpected, and totally undeserved... because friends, I got an A. Grace for sure, because somehow I finished my first semester of grad school. The first week of class, as an exercise in learning how to work with the online format, we were given the exercis...