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Ha! fooled you Mr. Jack
Dec. 3rd, 2003 02:59 pmThe more i thought about it the better i like what has happened. And today at work i found out i don't have to wait until the beginning of the semester. Trust the Kuwaitis to be screwy about how they handle things like this.
The decree came from the office of the Dean today. I am not longer Director as of Monday, December 1. i worked today in a job i didn't have to. My secretary, oops, my no longer secretary took it harder than i did.
i am pleased with the Dean's choice. It is an Arab man. He has been with the sCHool since before the first war. He's a typical Arab, do the absolute minimum possible to get by, but he is a good man, nonetheless. i no longer have to wonder about whose office i want. i will just trade with him.
i already have my desk cleaned out, all my books on the divan, to be moved, Saturday i will bring in an appliance truck so the cleaners don't have to break their backs moving my file cabinet. Jamal, i hope will give me the key to his desk drawers so we can make the trade while he is in class, and it can be all done, before i go to class. Then, woohoo, i can leave immediately after my class is over if i want. And, another woohooo maestro if you please, because i am no longer the director of the unit, and i have no class on Sunday, i may or may not, as the mood hits me, go into the office at all that day.
i will have no more meetings, no more whiney assed babieS coming to me crying about some this or that. i will have no other teacher's students to deal with but my own. i can work on research, again, at long last. And when i go to the conference in Dubai this coming March, i can present, and go to other presentations or out shopping and eating pork and drinking beer, if i want. i won't have to sit at any recruitment table talking to people who are or are not qualified for the positions we have open. i won't have to listen to people, for example, who have BAs in physics explain to me why that makes them ideal candidates for the position of English langauge instructor. i won't have to put up with rudeness from those same people when i tell them they are full of it up to their eyebrows.
i won't have to be second guessed about every decision that is made for our unit. And i won't have to listen to 'know-it-alls' telling me how to run the unit. From Satruday on, that will not be my job. PHEW!
There was a moment, ok, longer than a moment, when i was upset about the whole thing. Looking back, i may have been delirious, i'm not sure. i know i wasn't thinking straight. i was afraid my pride would be hurt. That people wouldn't know and recognize the things that have been done during my tenure. Too bad for them. i know. And then, i sat and thought about it. Jamal may get the credit for the new computers, he may get credit for any new hires that come into our unit. He may get the credit for the refurbishing that is on the calendar to be done during the winter break. i don't care. Those things will come with me or without me. They will even come with Jamal, or without him.
But, drumroll Mr.Stix, if you please, i got us through the fiasco with the FoM. And we survived. i got us through a new, sound, well-rounded, curriculum which includes three new books, in record time. And, last but certainly not least, i was there to get us through the war. And i'm not just talking a war of words, one faction fighting against another, i'm talking about the Big One Momma. i'm talking about PGW II. i'm talking about missile sirens blowing at least twice a day for the duration. i'm talking about silkworms exploding so close to where i live windows were blown out. i'm talking about men and women taken as prisoners of war not 100 miles from where i live. The teachers in the unit may not have liked what i did, or how i handled it/them/the situation, but dayum, i got us through it. Alive! And that in a nut shell is that so they say.
And i am doing a happy happy dance all over the place. Master even had to ask if He was going to have to slap the smile off my face. And then He called me a bitch when i told Him i may or may not go into the office on Sunday. And then He called me a slut when i said i might not go in on Tuesday either.
Ya know what? LIFE IS GOOD. AND I'M SITTING IN CLOVER AND LOVIN' EVERY MINUTE OF IT.
The decree came from the office of the Dean today. I am not longer Director as of Monday, December 1. i worked today in a job i didn't have to. My secretary, oops, my no longer secretary took it harder than i did.
i am pleased with the Dean's choice. It is an Arab man. He has been with the sCHool since before the first war. He's a typical Arab, do the absolute minimum possible to get by, but he is a good man, nonetheless. i no longer have to wonder about whose office i want. i will just trade with him.
i already have my desk cleaned out, all my books on the divan, to be moved, Saturday i will bring in an appliance truck so the cleaners don't have to break their backs moving my file cabinet. Jamal, i hope will give me the key to his desk drawers so we can make the trade while he is in class, and it can be all done, before i go to class. Then, woohoo, i can leave immediately after my class is over if i want. And, another woohooo maestro if you please, because i am no longer the director of the unit, and i have no class on Sunday, i may or may not, as the mood hits me, go into the office at all that day.
i will have no more meetings, no more whiney assed babieS coming to me crying about some this or that. i will have no other teacher's students to deal with but my own. i can work on research, again, at long last. And when i go to the conference in Dubai this coming March, i can present, and go to other presentations or out shopping and eating pork and drinking beer, if i want. i won't have to sit at any recruitment table talking to people who are or are not qualified for the positions we have open. i won't have to listen to people, for example, who have BAs in physics explain to me why that makes them ideal candidates for the position of English langauge instructor. i won't have to put up with rudeness from those same people when i tell them they are full of it up to their eyebrows.
i won't have to be second guessed about every decision that is made for our unit. And i won't have to listen to 'know-it-alls' telling me how to run the unit. From Satruday on, that will not be my job. PHEW!
There was a moment, ok, longer than a moment, when i was upset about the whole thing. Looking back, i may have been delirious, i'm not sure. i know i wasn't thinking straight. i was afraid my pride would be hurt. That people wouldn't know and recognize the things that have been done during my tenure. Too bad for them. i know. And then, i sat and thought about it. Jamal may get the credit for the new computers, he may get credit for any new hires that come into our unit. He may get the credit for the refurbishing that is on the calendar to be done during the winter break. i don't care. Those things will come with me or without me. They will even come with Jamal, or without him.
But, drumroll Mr.Stix, if you please, i got us through the fiasco with the FoM. And we survived. i got us through a new, sound, well-rounded, curriculum which includes three new books, in record time. And, last but certainly not least, i was there to get us through the war. And i'm not just talking a war of words, one faction fighting against another, i'm talking about the Big One Momma. i'm talking about PGW II. i'm talking about missile sirens blowing at least twice a day for the duration. i'm talking about silkworms exploding so close to where i live windows were blown out. i'm talking about men and women taken as prisoners of war not 100 miles from where i live. The teachers in the unit may not have liked what i did, or how i handled it/them/the situation, but dayum, i got us through it. Alive! And that in a nut shell is that so they say.
And i am doing a happy happy dance all over the place. Master even had to ask if He was going to have to slap the smile off my face. And then He called me a bitch when i told Him i may or may not go into the office on Sunday. And then He called me a slut when i said i might not go in on Tuesday either.
Ya know what? LIFE IS GOOD. AND I'M SITTING IN CLOVER AND LOVIN' EVERY MINUTE OF IT.
