It's Thick...

I just overheard the entire secretarial pool down the hall from my office going on and on about the fabulousness of the skort collections.

My week ended with a bang. The timing couldn't have been better. While I am feeling a bit occupationally belittled, some Assistant Dean So and So barges into my office on Friday and informs me that the chances are growing exponentially greater that I will be getting booted out of my office. They are hiring new faculty, four to be exact, and apparently the two empty offices on my hall, the two on the floor below me, the one on the first floor, and the two empty ones on the floor above mine just aren't providing enough space for FOUR new faculty members. This all came after Assistant Dean So and So barges in and asks me in a curt and gravely voice the following questions (answers will be included):

Asst. Dean: What IS IT that you DO?

Me: uh...GIS stuff. Land Use Change Modeling (this is my standard and simplified answer. So far, Asst. Dean So and So hadn't really been all that friendly and I didn't really feel like going through a more lengthy explanation).

Asst. Dean: "Well, then WHO IS IT you work for?"

Me: Drs. yadayada, yadayada, and yadayada

Asst. Dean: Wow, you really get around

Me: I work for them all at once (genius!)

Asst. Dean: Well, I have never met you!

Me: Actually, I met you two months ago at the hall pot luck and prior to that I met you at a job talk and some Christmas get together.

Asst. Dean: OK. Let me reassure you. You will be given "adequate work space" wherever you end up. Does that work for you?

Me: I guess that all depends on what your definition of "adequate work space" is.

Needless to say, this has made me incredibly more sour toward me job. I know it doesn't sound like much but I had already been given the wink-wink-nod-nod that I would have my office all to my self. What this means is that I can listen to music without headphones, I can bring in some plants for the window, I can giggle at podcast without feeling like I potentially look like a nut job, and I can eat until I am purple without one concern that I am disturbing someone. Now those dreams appear to be coming to a dead stop. The best part is they have no idea where they are going to put me. Thanks!

I have become mildly obsessed with Jose Gonzalez's Veneer album. If you need a mellow little ditty, I highly recommend it. I hate to give him the old "he sounds like Nick Drake" but he sort of sounds like Nick Drake minus the suicidal tendencies. Put it on when you are feeling the good internal tingle because all is right with the world.