I shouldn't have opened my email the night before returning to the Dean's office. Okay, it was great to know that I have to be handing out flowers for someone who survived 25 years in this place (seriously: how did they do that?). And I see my schedule for tomorrow. Loads of appointments with people who need my signature RIGHT now. And the emails with notices that apparently not all of the adjuncts actually have signed contracts does worry me a bit. But hey, classes don't start until Tuesday. We have plenty of time.
I get to have some chitchat with the new proffies and was sending out an email letting them know how much I look forward to seeing them tomorrow. Oops. I think they need my sermon on how to have multiple email addresses in order to keep your private life and your professional life separate.
Proffie #5 (out of 8, we did a lot of hiring!) has an email address that refers to the size of his, um, organ. And no, we didn't hire him for Sacred Music. Okay, I'll slap official emails on them tomorrow and insist they use them. Especially when writing to students. I don't want to start the year off with sexual harassment suits.