As D and I were unwinding with some old vine Cabernet (on sale! at the Russ's that scares most of our middle class colleagues, but reminds D and I uncomfortably of our families) and a game of Carcasonne: The Castle, it suddenly occurred to me that I'm in charge of people. I have, in essence, five part time employees that I need to direct. Every day. I find that it's a lot like teaching a very tiny class of people who have no idea that they're in a classroom and I have no Aims and Scopes or Course Description. So, like Pinter, without the creepiness. Another aspect of this is that I scare people. Just by sitting behind the desk. A new RA came in, we were talking, and he gets all job-interview on me. It was a sweet moment--I felt like a kindly uncle--until I realized that I was an actual authority figure. Ah. I don't think I wear that mantle well.
Today: work. Comps, reading and writing. Errands. Cleaning. We're supposed to have a game night tomorrow, with a whole different, expanded group. We'll see how it goes.
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