The Other Shoe

Here we are again. My work life is just weird right now. As in waiting for something to do.

A meeting that I had this morning was canceled because my partner in crime had to stay home and take care of a sick kid. I checked on all of the other people I need pieces from to put together, lessee, in no particular order: flowers for a sick faculty member, my research trip to Chicago, the grammar goals for assessment, any of the L5 courses I’m working on, the CCID paper proposal, and the evaluation I have to write for the teacher I observed this week. No forward movement on those things possible. Wow. I am stymied. Tuesday deja vu.

So, I checked the 4 composition papers that came in early (tonight it will rain comma errors all over my driveway…), futzed around on the Internet, and ate my lunch early. In 38 minutes I get to go upstairs and listen to Health Science teachers talk about how to prepare second language learners for their clinicals. There will be stuff to do AFTER that. I also take the students to the library for research training. There will be papers to check AFTER that.

I know something’s going to give on all these projects. I have the sinking feeling that all the deadlines will free themselves at once, and I will be inundated in too many projects. It’s always like that, isn’t it? Insert cliche about raining and pouring.

Maybe this is God’s way of training me for the publishing industry. Scramble. Wait. Scramble. Wait. Don’t forget to oil the parts every once in a while, so they continue to work with the least friction.

I should have bought the writing work with me. Foolish Catherine. You thought you’d be working today, didn’t you?

May you all have not so frustrating, productive days.

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