FRIDAY, March 29th 9:10--ENG 1101--Work on research papers. 10:20--GREAT WORKS II. "The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde." One of my favs. Read a draft essay. 12-12:30ish--1:1 training of a new FYS colleague. This one goes great! Read another draft essay. 1:15ish--Hustle off for a meeting in the CEO (Center for Experience and Opportunity). Productive meeting; work some stuff out. Get a banana at the convenience store as am starting to feel a little weak. (And it's Passover, so no peanut M&Ms! ) 3ish--Head over and work with the Dean of Faculty's secretary on contracts for the FYS seminar faculty. (They get extra pay for summer advising.) 4:30--Done for the day! Back to office, then head out. Trying to decide if I have the energy to go to the grocery store. Parking lot. Omg, really?!?!??? Someone has smashed my left back tail light. Did the person who hit me leave a note? No. And my phone is dead b/c I forgot to re-charge it. I run into a colleague who works social media for the college (and who was a student of mine in the late 90s). He calls Campus Safety for me and they come and make a report. A few other people gather around too, which is supportive and nice...but this is obviously not a great coda to the work week. 5:30--Home. Note to my dissatisfaction: Groceries?--Not done. Hard boiling eggs?--Not done. Dirty dishes in sink?--Not taken care of. Replacing paper towel and toilet paper rolls?--Not done. Etc. None of it. All left for me. So I start by hard boiling eggs and replacing the paper goods, but I complain. Then Child accuses me of guilt tripping. Um...okay, you could look at it that way. Or you could look at it as that I just worked an 8 hour day, and I'm trying to get you and Dad to do your share. Everyone snacks on the hard boiled eggs as soon as I finish boiling them. Everyone is excited when I go grocery shopping later and come back with fresh fruit and veggies. But my point would be that this shouldn't be all my job. (Husband did take care of dirty dishes after I pointed them out, but I could imagine a more pro-active approach.) I don't know: maybe I am in a mood b/c of the smashed tail light thing, but I am unimpressed. We may need to institute a job chart. We talk about going out to look at Mini Coopers for Family Fun Night, but Child really doesn't want to, so she and I read The Last Apprentice: Wrath of the Bloodeye. Husband lies all by himself in the bedroom, as he is apparently not feeling well. Still. He also is clearly disappointed b/c he liked the idea of going out to look at cars, but Child didn't. Ah, the art of compromise!