The bunnies are back and they're terrorizing me again. This year it's mostly one teenager-sized bunny that sits in the grass, alternately napping and eating all day. It gives me evil looks, just because I want to use the sidewalk sometimes.
Stupid rabbit.
I am better today. Much better, thank you. I'm not coughing and it's 2:30 and I'm not yet so tired I want to fall out of my chair! That's a huge improvement.
At 9:00 yesterday morning, the in-house Argonut Café employees all received an email summons to an "emergency meeting" at 9:15. Everyone was wigging out until they found out that the "emergency" was the abrupt decision by management to celebrate and thank the staffers (all female, of course) who took over receptionist duties when the employees in those positions (female, of course) were laid off.
The employees being honored were applauded at a bagels-and-cream-cheese-and-fresh-strawberries breakfast conceived and organized by a couple of members (female, of course) of TeamChaos.
The employees were also given restaurant gift cards and a "free" afternoon (of their choice) off. In their absence, phones will be covered by a volunteer member of TeamChaos (female, of course).
This morning we got an email saying that the refrigerator in the lunchroom is starting to smell so this one employee (female, of course) has decided to take time out of her busy day to clean it.
I'm just saying. 35% of the employees here are male and 50% of the management staff is male. I'd like to see some male hands on the sponge scrubbing out the refrigerator or the microwave.*
I really am feeling better. Not crabby at all.
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* We used to have more guys, but most of them got laid off. Guys, of course, make more money than women. When it came down to balancing the books, they could only really afford to keep the women.
Nevertheless, the two top jobs are still filled by men.
Moving on, the conversation around yesterday's breakfast table turned to this time last year and the meetings where they informed 50% of the staff that their space was of more value than their presence. As one member of TeamChaos put it yesterday, the Team had to decide who else they wanted on the team.
Everyone claimed to be surprised to remember that I was among those being urged not to let the door hit them on the way out. I reminded them, again, that NewBoss Anais was actually pretty urgent to get rid of me until she started taking calls from the 'Nuts Afield.
CEOJason claimed that I was not, in fact, invited to leave on multiple occasions. I pretended I have the email trail to prove it.
Once I typed it, that was all less interesting than I thought it was going to be.
It's the thought that counts.... or something.
We're in the middle of a series of meetings -- really only the beginning of a long series of meetings -- about college reorganization, and we're one of the victims (subjects? objects? fungible units?) in the first phase. There was what appeared to be a non-trivial possibility that I might move further into management than I am already; that possibility has now, mercifully, been forestalled by the appropriate senior faculty member stepping up (I was in the running for "Plan B").
Then there's finals.
posted by: Jonathan Dresner on 05.06.10 at 07:40 PM [permalink]"Objects." Or, yes, "units." We haven't been "people" in these discussions since Reagan.*
I congratulate your on your escape from management. What a nightmare that must be if a teacher actually wants to TEACH! (Also? As I understand it, the perils and pitfalls of national politics have nothing on the turmoil a university can stir up.)
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* There is virtually NOTHING I cannot blame on Reaganism.
posted by: Anne on 05.07.10 at 08:42 AM [permalink]