I saw this on my way to work the other day. I have no idea what the hell it's doing in front of the Newman Center.
Today was our office retreat thingy. We do it twice a year around the beginning of each semester. Sometimes they make us play games, and wear name tags, and talk about ourselves in front of the other co-workers. All of those things stress me out a little.
This semester was actually pretty cool. Our boss got up and thanked the hell out of us for rising (ha ha) to the occasion during the floods. It always sounds more impressive when they can tell you numbers, and he said we took at least an extra 1,000 phone calls in two days. Jeesh! It looks like I was cranky for a reason. Then we got to meet our new boss. They finally hired a provost about a month ago. This guy speaks four different languages and has about 9,231 different degrees, but he's completely down to earth.
Back in June when I was taking all those extra 100's of calls and everyone was pissed off at me; like I personally caused the flood, or made the policy they disagreed with, I would make all nicey nice with them. Then after I hung up the phone, I'd say to no one in particular, "As soon as the big bosses ask me what I think, I'll be sure to pass all that crap along..." And then my co-workers and I would all have a great guffaw at our own expense. But today at our little retreat thing, our new boss actually asked us what we thought. No. For real. We were all quiet for a minute, because we weren't sure if we were hearing him correctly.
His big questions were about attrition and diversity and how to curb alcohol abuse. We batted shit around and he left saying he would keep our answers in mind when he met with some of the bigwigs. Whatdya know?
The other part of our retreat was that we all went on a tour with a guide around our fine institution and then we got to eat in the dining halls. Which is way better than it sounds. The food is pretty good and like Alice's Restaurant, you can get anything you want.
Tonight supper club was super kick-ass too. We went back to the Hilltop where my pint of beer and cheese fries still cost less than $5. My friend K. pointed out that my friend TRipple was in the bar and when I asked her what she was doing, she told me that our friend Jen was celebrating her birthday in the other part of the bar with our friend Gomez. I hadn't seen either one of them for a very long time. It was such a nice surprise.
Okay, I've had a busy, but really nice day and now I'm going to try to go to bed at a halfway decent hour, so that I won't get all sleep deprived and fuck up tomorrow.