My cubicle

At first, it looks like a normal office. This is where I've spent about half my summer, sorting through charts, lists, and stacks of paper in order to make more charts, lists, and stacks of paper for the accreditation process at Seabury. Last week, I spend way too much time here, working out an especially tough set of tables. Sitting in that very chair. It got pretty old. How do people survive desk jobs?

And Ellen and I are still not exactly done (she's the professor who's in charge of this nightmare data-collection process). Maybe in a couple weeks? I'm just following her lead. There's something nice about having a job where you just do what you're told. Although I probably only say that because I know this is temporary. It's funny, this is sort of a variation of working at the law firm - a sort of reprise, five years later.

Here are the bank boxes where we put all of those finished charts, tables, lists, and stacks of paper. They're gold - the result of lots of searching and compiling. Sometimes I get the shivers because I imagine how awful it would be if I forgot to shut the windows before I left one night and it rained in and turned everything to pulp. But so far, so good.

This is how it's NOT like the law firm. My office is not just an office... it's actually the sitting room of a (now empty) dorm suite! So, if I needed to take a nap, I could just sneak in here. There's even a mirror in the sitting room, so when I'm worried about my hair or have some time to kill with my camera, I know where to look.

For those who are curious, I am still waiting for an interview at St. X. But the rector is coming back from vacation this week, so hopefully there will be some kind of development soon. As it is, I'm planning on hunkering down here at Seabury for the next couple months. New students are moving in and old ones are starting to come back, which is a strange feeling. I'm glad to see my old friends, but it's a little disorienting, since I hadn't exactly planned to still be here! I guess I'm not sure how I belong... although I'm sure I belong just because I am here.