Started yesterday morning on writing out the instructions and procedures for doing my job and by the end of the day I didn’t feel like I’d made that much progress. I’m working from an outline I compiled weeks ago so I’ve got structure, it’s not that – it’s just that despite being a competent writer and documenter, I just can’t be sure what part of what I know is going to be important to those who follow and what isn’t. This is, I suppose, why people mostly put off documenting their job responsibilities until they absolutely have to. (If ever.)
Like, uh, me. I should have done this months ago. Now I’m having to do it in a rush, and I don’t like it and I don’t like the results. It’s probably not making it better that right now I’m writing a blog entry instead, but you know me – I’ve got my priorities.
Yesterday the entire college to which my department belongs, faculty and staff alike, were called to a meeting with the dean to hear the latest edicts from on high about looming budget cuts. I didn’t go – what the fuck do I care by now if they cut my job? – but Audra says I didn’t miss much because there wasn’t much specific information disseminated, just that cuts are coming andt no one still knows how they’re going to affect our particular college. Apparently though the simple fact of the meeting’s being held with only three hours’ notice had everybody, especially the college’s main operational staff, in a complete tizzy. As in, panic.
Which is another reason I didn’t want to go. Being in a room with that much fear and upset means risking getting fearful and upset myself, regardless of whether I have any reason to feel that way or not.
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