It Ain’t Easy Being Cheesy.

August 31, 2005

I’ve had this raging headache for the past two days. It’s a pms-y, back-to-school-stress, oh my God I ate-some-junk-food-because-I’m-pms-y-and-back-to-school-stress kind of thing.

I chose Cheetos for some gawd awful reason. The last time I ate Cheetos was two years ago on a road trip and Agent J. and I swore we would never eat them again because they made us both feel so nasty sick. Maybe they’re just not something anyone over 35 should eat.

I probably have Cheetanium poisoning.

And my fingertips may be permanently stained with Day-Glo Cheetanium orange.

And I just switched on the news and saw more of the Katrina aftermath, so I am shutting up about my insignificant, self-induced headache now.

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I talked more with the department chair yesterday. She asked me to reconsider my decision (nope, sorry), said that if they were to hire a full-time, tenure track art history prof I could have the position (nope, sorry again), and then asked if I knew of anyone who might possibly want to take my place as an adjunct – and I said I didn’t — not at the current wages and level of inconvenience and aggravation.

I want to try and help find a replacement in any way I can, but I think it might be tough to get someone who is qualified and willing. I think my sentimentality and love for my alma mater is what has carried me since my first year there, but common sense has set in now.

I feel bad, because the chairperson is an absolutely wonderful woman doing an already difficult job, and I feel like I just threw gas on the fire. There just aren’t enough funds to work with. Not only were two departments merged to create a new one, but then the budget was cut by 20% as well. I don’t know how the situation will be resolved; I guess we’ll see if the school will cough up the bucks to help out or not.

As it stands, I am definitely on the list to teach studio courses at some time in the near future – probably at the same pay rate, of course, but at least my creative brain cells won’t be monopolized by endless research and new course preps every semester. And that’s all that really matters to me right now.

Hearin’ it: Randy just knocked something over in the kitchen. I didn’t hear anything break and he ain’t crying, so it can wait.

Readin’ it: School email. The never ending stream of intrusion. How did people on campus communicate before email? They met on the quad at noon to shoot the shit or they figured stuff out on their own, dogdammit!

Lovin’ it: I’m all registered for the art critiques and I got information and maps in the mail today. Yea!

Not lovin’ it: Chester Cheetah’s mocking grin.

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3 Responses to “It Ain’t Easy Being Cheesy.”

janie on August 31st, 2005 5:07 pm

*busted* Umm..I got some orange fingers too. Hint: Cheetos in the locker at work! SOOOOOOOOOOO good :clown:
JL on September 1st, 2005 8:25 am

cheetos, road food of champion photographers, easy on the band, but oh so greasy. have some salted cheese fllavored fatback baby, slide it on down. nobody will see you. that orange powder concels the greasy gel so well, but looks bad fingerprinted all over the camera (taletale signs)
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Quackin' Maggie on September 2nd, 2005 2:29 am

*shudders*

Y’know what Cheetos remind me of? Lindsay Lohan….(Ho-han).

That girl’s fake baked skin looks like she rolls around in cheeto-dust.

p.s….glad to know you’ll still be teaching studio classes. That, in addition to your newfound critique group, should make for a well-fed artistic soul.