Skipping forward…but still in the last half of 1994.
It was inevitable that I would return to my job. And I guess this fits in right about here.
I've not been having a good week since last Friday night. April and I broke up on Sunday. It was a mutual decision that we both knew was coming, but I still was quite sad about it. We're still good friends, which I guess is the important thing.
I also am quite miffed with the people I work with. I got mail from the department secretary at the end of last week (sent to all of the faculty in our department) about a biology professor who was in the hospital. It was a report that he was doing well, for which I was thankful. But I was more than a little pissed because this same secretary was the person who didn't even want the address of the hospital I was going to be in for my surgery, let alone the phone number of the hospital, thereby denying members of the department a chance to send me cards or call to see how I was doing (not that they actually tried to send me a card, but some of them have said they thought about it). So I responded to the email (probably shouldn't have, but like I said, I was pissed), telling the members of my department how much I felt it was a slap in the face.
Well, today we had the first departmental meeting since I have been back at work, which turned out to be the first of the year since my chairman is out after having a minor heart problem (which I was asked to give $5 for so flowers could be sent, which also pissed me off). At the beginning of the meeting new members of the department were introduced and people were brought up to date with what members of the department had been doing over the summer. You guessed it, my surgery was completely ignored. Sigh...what a great opportunity to try to soothe my hurt feelings. I guess they just don't really care about how I feel.
As I was leaving, one of my female colleagues asked me if I was going to the University Women's Club tea tomorrow afternoon. I told her I didn't even know about it since I hadn't been invited to join the organization even though I had made inquiries about it. I am not on their mailing list apparently.
Oh well, I couldn't have gone anyway since I have a periodontal visit tomorrow...always fun to have someone dig around in your gums.
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If I'm so brave, how come I could hardly sleep last night? I'm not sure I really want to be a member...it may be rather a dull organization. But it's the principle of the thing...I should have been invited: the organization is for women faculty and wives and I'm a "women faculty."
All in all, it was much easier than I feared...the president's wife even said hello and acted like she didn't know who I was...she hasn't seen me recently, so maybe she didn't.