In further death-defyingness...

Okay, so I'm going up for tenure, and well, let's face it, I may be, possibly, a bit of an overachiever. *coff* And OCD. *harrumph* And look, I just really like doing things WELL, okay??

So when you do this they assign you two shepherds to get you though the process. One of them is Candy, who is a friend besides and well--she's used to me. My other colleague knows me, but I don't think she quite realized what she has gotten herself into...

Anyhow, one of the most important things is coming up with the list of peer-reviewers from other institutions who will look at your dossier and then write a letter on whether or not they should keep you. This has been stressing me out a bit.

Basically, here's a verbatim email conversation from this afternoon, after I send a draft list and ask if I need some more:

Candy: Well, how many names do you have at this point?
Me: 12.
Candy: Calm down.
Me: I’ll work on it, but it’s not something I do well. (I do, on the other hand have the following very wide spectrum of behavioral norms: Bouncy, Chipper, Enthused, Hyper, Caffeinated, and Who Took Her To Starbucks At 3PM Why?)
Innocent Shepherd: JUST STOP!! Go work on something else. That is an order…and step away from the coffee!

...The thing that makes this hilarious? My other shepherd is INFAMOUS for wanting more drafts and revisions from folks. Basically, I broke the system--well, okay, I'm doing it again because I'm already going up two years early, but still.

*starts re-debating taking an apple to tenure presentation*

Gratuitous Crosspimpage!!

The amazing reena_jenkins made a podfic of Aisle of the Dolls. I am all a-squee!!