Big Wigs, Take Two

Why do people wait to tell me about important meetings? This morning when I came in (thank God it was at 8:00), one of our faculty members -- also the college's associate dean -- stopped me in the hall to ask if I'd attend a meeting of the Alumni board of directors with him this afternoon in case they had any questions about the renovations. Umm, OK. He said that he had other things to talk about so it was OK if I was late to the meeting. Did not think that when I walked in, there'd be 45 people staring back at me. He did his spiel, asked for questions, there weren't any for me so I went to leave and as I was walking out the door, some guy said, "All right! High five!" and put his hand up to me. wtf? It still has me puzzled. Dude. High Five? Really?

So at the last Big Wig meeting I had, of the provost, two VPs, and the president, only the president showed up. I guess if you have to have one... He looked a lot less like Conan O'Brien than I remembered.

We had our first injury with the construction. I don't know if he broke his leg or dislocated his knee. Either one doesn't sound fun. Two paramedics are the ones who did the diagnosis so who knows what the doctor will say. Poor guy was supposed to go on vacation next week so of course the campus construction guys are glad that it won't slow us down.

I had a little bit of a blow up at the receptionist this week. Deserved in my humble opinion. I felt bad about it at first, but know, not so much. Especially since she just came into my office beating the same dead horse. Then she was offended that I'd used that expression because the only other time she's been accused of that was from her sister-in-law. Hey, woman, drop your family baggage at the door.