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So.
Kinda went incognito there for a while. Whoops.
Thing you may not know about me: I work in residence at my university. We call'em community advisors (CAs) here and you may know the position as an RA, a don, a facilitator, whatever. I've been a CA the last two years and this year I'm an Area Coordinator, which means I have CA staff below me. Yep, they trust me not to fuck too badly with the heads of eight fabulous, enthusiastic people for an entire year. We, me and my co-workers are the most senior student staff employed by the university, and thus have a hell of a lot of pressure placed on us.
It was training for this position that brought me back to school in the middle of August instead of at the beginning of Septemeber like everyone else. And fuck, did we train. 12 hours a day for fifteen days. Seriously. We're the front lines with most residents, we're the first responders to things like suicides and accidents and basically deal with any students in distress while the police/doctors/whomever can get to them. And we do on calls, and the way it works out I'm on call every third day. Oh yeah, I'm also the one who coordinates the break up of parties at quiet hours and so I've been likened to both a nazi and a narc this week. Yay.
Regardless, it's a great job and I love it. I'm doing something, I'm helping change people's lives by giving them a safe place to live and learn and just be while they figure out who the heck they are and what they're going to do with their lives. But hey, that means meetings and training and training my staff and meeting with my staff and fuck, I've been run off my feet. And oh, yeah, classes have started and I got fucked over by my department and thus wasn't actually registered for any classes and spent a week sitting outside profs offices and begging to be let into their classes. Yay.
And so internet time became tertiary to work and sleep and all I've had a chance to do has been to scroll the flist and read the occasional piece of smut (Hi Lyss, hi Julie) and that's sucked.
Things are slowing down now, thank God. Sorry I've been MIA. I'm trying to go back and figure out what everyone's been up to but I'll never make it.
I've been writing a little. Mostly I've been writing about work, trying to work some frustrations out, but I do have some stuff written out long hand that needs a serious edit and some reworking but is kinda sweet.
So. Hugs to everyone who needs or wants them, apologies to everyone I've neglected to reply to emails from and yeah. I've got papers and assignments due in the next little bit, which ensures a large amount of procrastination.
And hello to the new people on the flist. You all seem pretty darn cool. I'm cooler than this entry, I swear.
Kinda went incognito there for a while. Whoops.
Thing you may not know about me: I work in residence at my university. We call'em community advisors (CAs) here and you may know the position as an RA, a don, a facilitator, whatever. I've been a CA the last two years and this year I'm an Area Coordinator, which means I have CA staff below me. Yep, they trust me not to fuck too badly with the heads of eight fabulous, enthusiastic people for an entire year. We, me and my co-workers are the most senior student staff employed by the university, and thus have a hell of a lot of pressure placed on us.
It was training for this position that brought me back to school in the middle of August instead of at the beginning of Septemeber like everyone else. And fuck, did we train. 12 hours a day for fifteen days. Seriously. We're the front lines with most residents, we're the first responders to things like suicides and accidents and basically deal with any students in distress while the police/doctors/whomever can get to them. And we do on calls, and the way it works out I'm on call every third day. Oh yeah, I'm also the one who coordinates the break up of parties at quiet hours and so I've been likened to both a nazi and a narc this week. Yay.
Regardless, it's a great job and I love it. I'm doing something, I'm helping change people's lives by giving them a safe place to live and learn and just be while they figure out who the heck they are and what they're going to do with their lives. But hey, that means meetings and training and training my staff and meeting with my staff and fuck, I've been run off my feet. And oh, yeah, classes have started and I got fucked over by my department and thus wasn't actually registered for any classes and spent a week sitting outside profs offices and begging to be let into their classes. Yay.
And so internet time became tertiary to work and sleep and all I've had a chance to do has been to scroll the flist and read the occasional piece of smut (Hi Lyss, hi Julie) and that's sucked.
Things are slowing down now, thank God. Sorry I've been MIA. I'm trying to go back and figure out what everyone's been up to but I'll never make it.
I've been writing a little. Mostly I've been writing about work, trying to work some frustrations out, but I do have some stuff written out long hand that needs a serious edit and some reworking but is kinda sweet.
So. Hugs to everyone who needs or wants them, apologies to everyone I've neglected to reply to emails from and yeah. I've got papers and assignments due in the next little bit, which ensures a large amount of procrastination.
And hello to the new people on the flist. You all seem pretty darn cool. I'm cooler than this entry, I swear.
