A Day in the Life of a Control Freak

Today has been rough. I'm desperately trying to move forward and getting impeded every step of the way.

1. Apparently all my paperwork for tenure has not been submitted to the college (that's my chair's issue) but our incompetent secretary asked me today for digital copies of documents that don't exist because I was not asked to write them. I'm sure this is a miscommunication--I emailed my chair to doublecheck--but nevertheless, I'm pissed. WHY CAN'T PEOPLE JUST DO THEIR FUCKING JOBS WHEN THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO?! I got my shit in July 1 as I was told, and they're just figuring this out NOW?

2. When the same secretary--whom I actually like on a personal level--was too "busy" to facilitate the copying of my syllabi and scanning of documents I need for Monday, I went to secretary #2, who let me use the no-faculty-allowed copy machine in order to get things done in a total of 5 minutes.

3. I am once again trying to organize a meeting for the student organization I allegedly oversee, because the students themselves don't do it. I hate this kind of nonsense. I just want to do my JOB, not organize meetings.

4. DCL has not fucking sent me the stats on the donor's previous cycles. I sort of need that information to make a final decision.

5. Dr. Gorgeous's nurses have not called me back to tell me that yes, they've looked at a calendar, and yes, I can do a January IUI without compromising March.

6. According to our latest email exchange, Dr. Gorgeous wants to see this donor like NOW and get her on the pill. (I guess I've made March-March-March clear enough to her, anyway!) But I need to meet with a fucking lawyer to sign a contract that I can read on my own, thank you very much, before that can happen. So she wants me to call her nurses (umm, why can't they do their fucking jobs?) and call the DCL (again, why can't she do her fucking job) to get this started. I'm happy to sign the contract and write the check and have it in the mail TOMORROW but this time-taking bullshit is making me go out of my mind.


I'm not sure if it's the stress of all this DE stuff and people being idiots or the beginning-of-cycle-estrogen-crash, but the Headache is back. (I think I actually need to see the neurologist's NP for the first time in about 18 months to get drug refills, although I'd rather not be taking the drugs.) The only things that seem to calm me down right now are (a) brisk walks in the freaking cold, (b) eating things that require a lot of jaw work (like crunchy granola), and (c) vodka, which is, frankly, wearing a hole in my stomach and probably not helping with the headache.

I need a personal assistant I can trust. Fuck.