This morning, while trying to grade papers, I asked Sam, "What am I supposed to do with a paper on cheerleading?"
"Hmmm," he said. He was really thinking about it. "It's too bad we don't have a paper shredder because if we did you could shred it up and make two little pompoms and shake them."
This made me giggle uncontrollably for several minutes. Lately everything he says makes me giggle.
And it's a good thing someone is here making me happy, because my job is terrrrrible again. Not the students. I love the students. The teaching is fine.
But, to be vague, there's a bad guy in the department who is out to get me.
There are channels for me to fight back, which I'm doing. But the chair is his best buddy friend, so I'm probably out of luck. They'll make me miserable.
And I am miserable. Sad, and disappointed, and angry. It's different this year because I know they're wrong and I'm healthy enough to deal with it, but oh it's a bummer. A serious bummer.