One of the many things on my list for the end of the year has been hiring a new teacher to fill next year's maternity leave for my dear friend and colleague. But last night she called me in tears to say that she found out at her doctor's appointment yesterday that she had miscarried; she went in this afternoon for a D&C. So, so sad. She's wanted a baby for so long. I can't imagine how devastating this is for her.
So one of the things that I did today was to write a nice email to all of the folks who had applied for the position, which we're now canceling since my friend will be back next year. One of my goals was to make sure that these candidates didn't decide that FGS was a school that jerked around candidates and didn't treat them with respect. But I got several nice emails back in reply, so I think I met that goal of treating the candidates with obvious respect.
My friend is also the co-advisor this year for the studnet arts/literature magazine that has been my baby for years and that I reluctantly turned over this year. What with D's shoulder surgery this spring, I've been just as glad that I wasn't doing the magazine this year, but that doesn't mean I don't hold it dear. One thing my friend asked me to do today was to proofread the initial copy back from the printer, which arrived yesterday ... and wow, what a mess! Seriously, she and the art teacher (who took over from my traditional co-advisor this year, so they were both new to the magazine) showed so little attention to detail that I am shocked. I can't believe they sent it to the printer in this wretched condition. The printer we use is wonderful and will make changes without charging us ... but that's when we have just a few changes. In this case, the whole magazine was riddled with errors -- uneven column lengths, copy not proofread, headlines in different fonts and sizes ... seriously, what a disaster. So of course I'm seriously irritated with both co-advisors, but obviously I can't say anything to my dear friend about it.
Plus, they were running a student's photograph of an old, shirtless drunk man holding up an empty whisky bottle -- an interesting enough photo, but we can't run pictures of alcohol or tobacco or illegal drugs in a student publication! I pointed this out really respectfully to the art co-advisor, and he got super-pissy, as though I was the voice of the establishment ... which I guess I was, but seriously, the administration will pull the magazine and not allow it to be distributed if they publish that photograph.
Anyway, on top of all of this magazine drama, in addition to covering extra classes today and tomorrow and maybe Thursday, I'm feeling more overwhelmed by work than I was on Sunday night, when I had to remind myself to keep breathing.
So yeah, things kind of suck. But my dear friend's loss helps put things in perspective. Yeah, it's a hectic week for me, but my loved ones are safe and sound. I'm trying to just let everything else go and keep the anxiety in check.