is a librarian. She spends all day, every work day, helping the university she works for to provide the best training she can, from her area of specialty. And she is VERY good at her job.
One of the factors of her job is a well-known situation called “publish or perish” – where if you are working for a non-private university and are faculty, you are required to publish to help the university improve it’s standing among all the universities. She has worked within that environment for the last 15 years, and has steadily improved her standing to reach the highest faculty standing she could hold without ever having to re-apply for it. Several times she has achieved an annual review rating of her performance as “Excellent” – which brought her the highest pay raise available to any faculty member that was available in that year.
This morning she told me that she’d had an idea for a presentation on the local campus for assisting new and experienced faculty to improve their applications for tenure or promotion, based on a new approach to gathering statistics to support the application. Not only was the presentation well received, but a former co-worker suggested she submit the concept to a national conference. The challenge, from her point of view, is that presentations to that conference have an INTERNATIONAL audience. She was, mildly, freaking out – because she’d just found out that her proposal to that conference had been accepted.
So, I walked up to her, put my arms around her, and while hugging her I reminded her of one of the teachings I learned from L. Ron Hubbard’s teachings. “The right person to assign the job of fixing a problem is the first one to realize that there is a problem.” She identified the problem, worked out the solution, and had already successfully presented it on the local level. She owns this. And if it happens to lead to international recognition, so be it. She earned it.
The most recent last Saturday, while I was sleeping, my wife was (as is her usual routine) running around town doing her grocery shopping. When she got home, she started bringing in the groceries, only to find a potentially dangerous spider perched on the inner door handle of the back porch. After some online research, she thought she’d identified it as a Brown Recluse.
So, she brought the groceries in through the front door. I was still asleep, and never heard the scream she said she delivered when she saw the spider. However, I’ve never had any reason to doubt her, so if she says she screamed, I believe she did.
Somewhere around 6 hours later, I woke up, and heard her tale about meeting the spider. Since an exhaustive search didn’t locate it, I continued about my normal routine. At around midnight, I noticed a need to take out the trash, and in the process of doing that, I had a very short but adrenaline fueled adventure!
You see, my wife saw the spider on the outside door handle of the inner door of our back porch. When I was taking out the trash, I went (as is my normal habit) through the back door. It’s the most direct route to the trash dumpster. Only after I’d already opened the back door, and walked through it and closed it, did I remember her story to me about the spider.
Spiders are one of the very few life forms on this planet that I have anything approaching a phobia about. To suddenly find myself halfway between safety and a potentially deadly spider, without having realized I was putting myself in the cross hairs before I got there, caused about 3 seconds of INTENSE panic.
The end result was, I finished taking the trash to the outside dumpster, and returned to the interior of our home, without having any problems of an arachnid nature.. However, it took six hours and several glasses of vodka before I could relax enough to try to sleep.
Well, having accomplished what I set out to do with this blog, I think it is time to shut it down.
The reason I’m doing this now it simple: I had 90 days to renew my domain registration when they informed me that WordPress has decided to force a 2-stage authentication process that requires a form of verification that I literally can’t provide – a cell phone number. Since I do not have a cell phone, and wouldn’t tie it to my blog even if I did, it is time to quit WordPress. Besides, I’ve done what I set out to do with this blog, by laying personal claim to ideas that were hugely influential in the outcome of the 2016 election for the USA. Everything else was gravy.
So, I’m transferring all of my files and blog posts to my original blog at: http://mr-spock.livejournal.com/ and asking that if you want to continue to follow my journey of self discovery, you’ll bookmark that page or subscribe to it. I’ve been blogging on that page since 2004.
Thank you, one and all, for making this page feel like a resounding success.
After several days in a row with bad weather and migraine complications dumping on each other, I was desperate for some sleep yesterday as my wife left for work.
I actually went to sleep rather quickly – but it didn’t last long. About 2 hours later, I was sitting up from a dream that was so bizarre, and uncannily realistic, that I couldn’t get it out of my head. I spent the rest of the day playing video games to distract myself, yet even when my wife got back home, I still felt as if I’d just awakened from the dream.
It started off as simple as it was ominous. My wife had lost her job because the state had made huge cuts to it’s total budget for higher education. Because she’s tenured, her contract required a year’s severance pay, and she had a year to continue her work while polishing her resume’ and looking for a new job. Still, without a guaranteed income, we were faced with loosing our house. Then, out of the blue, I got a phone call from a childhood classmate. The little 1-traffic-light town I grew up in (founded by a war veteran just after the US Civil War) had lost touch with it’s roots, and I was the only honorably discharged veteran of my age group. In fact, there was only one other veteran my age, total. Such is the fact of life in a small town. So, they needed me to “come home”.
I told the caller that I’d consider the idea, but I had 2 conditions. First: I wanted a full-time job as a cop on the city police force, with appropriate benefits. The second was that there had to be a full-time job for my wife in the city annex of the county library (since the county seat is 24 miles away). It only took them 20 minutes to agree to both conditions. That was the end of the dream.
Then things got even more surreal. When my wife got home, she was fit to be tied. Just before she left work, the university president sent out an email to all university employees stating that, because of revenue shortfalls, the state was facing a $1.5 – 2 Billion financial crisis, and as a state regent’s college they had to be prepared to make some painful cutbacks.
I still didn’t get any more sleep until after 1:30 AM this morning.