Sorry if it seems like I haven't had much to say recently. There's been some weird crap going down at work, and it's hard to be entertaining when you want to hit someone.
For the past week or so now, I've been coming home from work feeling somewhere between depressed and disgusted. I don't know how much I should say, because I haven't forgotten that even though sometimes it feels like I'm talking to myself, this is a very public space I'm in, and I don't know who's reading what I write. Let me just say this: Kissinger hit the nail on the head when he said, "University politics is so nasty precisely because the stakes are so small." All the upheaval is occurring well above me on the chain of command. I have no stake in the outcome--my job won't change very much when this is all over. It's just distracting, disturbing, and disheartening to see people that I work with and usually admire squabble like children over who gets the last cookie on the plate. Or, more accurately, over who will not get that cookie.
I'm going on vacation soon. Perhaps I will regain my equanimity then. If I can last that long without biting someone.