Work brings a slight gloom this Tuesday morning even though I am still at home. Such is the power of fucking e-mails.
A memo just came in informing everyone about their curriculum and I've given the "honour" of teaching 4(!!) Monash subjects. Like what the fuck? My first season, it was 2; currently, I have 3...and the next, 4? What the fuck?? So for next season, it will be Feature Writing, Internet Journalism, Communication Studies and (get this) Media, Culture, Power & Theories of Comms. There's no film subject and seriously, I have no idea how to carry on.
TooMuchCrap better take away all my diploma+higher diploma classes. And yes, those never-ending pile of assignments which are waiting to be marked too.
This can get ugly.
It will be nasty.
Grouchy grinch alert.
That's it.
P/S: Think I'll plan my own abduction when I'm in New York or something. Or maybe, I'll beg some Wall Street or 30 Rock companies to take me in. Bill Gates, is that you? Steve Jobs, is that you? Rupert Murdoch, is that you? Donald Trump, is that you?
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