The Hellish Handbasket

Poor old Google can't keep up. I'm opening and closing several web accounts using multiple log-on identities on two different comput...

A friend dropped by briefly today. He laughed when he saw me. I thought that was odd, but didn't say anything. We concluded our business...

I just finished editing and uploading some hapless doctoral student's wretched massive tome. Now I have a few minutes before The Walking...

I spent a couple hours today working on my first lesson plan for the Marketing course that was supposed to begin tomorrow evening. That'...

Yesterday I had a job interview in Tigard, which is a... I guess you would call it a suburb of Portland, although you can't tell where o...

I'm discontented. I just found out about the Bright Score . Do you know about this? You probably do. As usual, I'm the last to catch...

I know I said I was going to let go of the career college and stop wallowing in the past. It's hard. Recently I whined about the linen t...

My former colleague Sheryl just called to complain about the frustrating world of online job applications. We commiserated for a few minut...

My hero of the week is the guy who expressed his irritation with four of his neighbors by driving a bulldozer through their houses. Rock on...

Where's my vampire mojo when I need it? For the past few days, I have been trying to persuade the media relations person at the corporat...

I'm relieved to say I hit the ground running on my first day of freedom. I could have slept in. I considered it, actually. But I had a d...

Yesterday I arrived at work at the career college and found the faculty office in an uproar. Apparently some students, upset about the termi...

After almost ten days of jacking us around, not telling us anything, we finally got the news: when the Clackamas campus closes on May 3, we ...

After a hellish first week, the new term at the career college is.... I can't think of any words to describe how this new term might unf...

It's almost 11:00 p.m. I've spent much of the day grading student work. I haven't even been outside today. The cold winter sun c...

I'm circling my dissertation proposal like a fly buzzing a pile of... no, wait, I'm not going there again. Tired metaphor, too close...

My cat is sitting on my computer table, helping me write my dissertation proposal. Sometimes he sits with his back to me, wide butt flaring ...

My work life is lived in chunks of time. Day to day, week to week, term to term. Year to year. I suppose most people live on some kind of sc...

The president of our struggling career college emerged from the cyberspace hinterlands last week to send us an email. As I clicked on it, I ...

My last post was my 100th. Yay me. Someone called me prolific, but blogging twice a week isn't exactly a world speed record. Still, I gu...