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Frogger

When I think about the past couple of weeks of work, I'm reminded of the arcade game Frogger. Last week I'm just minding my amphibian business on the asphalt when POW!-- I get hit by criticism from student staff. So I spend time cleaning that up and smoothing things over when BAM!-- professional staff hit me with their own set of gripes early this week. Then there are long talks and a few tears, and just when I feel like things are on a better track, CRASH-- I get hit by a Mack truck from my supervisor.

Here's the deal: toward the end of the day yesterday, my boss comes by to meet with me. She had called earlier to see when I had time, and I knew from the fact that she didn't say what the meeting was about that it was probably ugly business. We sit down and she proceeds to tell me that she's concerned enough about the dynamic within my staff that she wants to do some sort of "intervention" next week.

Fuck!

I shouldn't take it personally, but she called in some of my employees to talk about how things were going without telling me she was doing so. When that's the set up, it's hard to feel like you aren't the problem, and hard to not feel threatened.

Me, I feel like I've been punched in the gut and had my balls handed to me-- for my own good, of course.

I'm only just now getting to the point where I'm ok enough to write about it. It's not the end of the world, just another failure message on the wall.

That wall looks pretty full right now.

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