In Which I Surface Momentarily

Last week was, work-wise, pure steaming hell. It was the first week of classes AND the last period of (late) registration, and an awful lot of the little darlings wait to the last minute to register (which, to be fair, my student minions warned me was the case), and even the ones who were registered, if they had registered before July (which you can, for some odd reason) and now needed to drop or change a class, well, they of course did not have their New Special CUNY Username & Password. Therefore, all week long, the help desk averaged a line of 15-25 people with a half hour hold queue. Oh, and we had people calling off work. Yay.

This should be over and done now, so unless there is indeed fresh hell, that portion of the world should be calmer. OTOH, the furniture for the student worker pool should be arriving today, and be assembled, and I don't know how much of my life that is going to eat. (I am also not looking forward to dealing with $OVERBOSS, who had got it into his fuzzy head that the only thing this project plan needed was furniture. So now he will be expecting a labor pool to magically appear, which it won't, because it is still missing a bunch of requirements, which were in the submitted plan. Whatever.)

Simultaneously, we have obtained a deadline for when the house must be in tolerable shape for showing to prospective buyers, and it is Soon. And we have achieved that frustrating place where you have worked like dogs and packed up inhuman amounts of shit (and thrown away a fair amount, too) but the house is still cluttered. Thus, I will be spending most evenings trekking up there to make clean.

I owe a number of people email or other responses, and will try to do that this week. Mgmt. Apologizes For Any Delay.