In the early hours this morning, Mme. Noir passed away. My boss, the Essex Girl, made the final phone call to Père Noir, and received the news that Frère Noir will travel to Kansas to make arrangements. I got the text to let me know at about 5 am, and I got up to begin the making of phone calls.
First all the phone calls you expect, to notify Mme. Noir’s coworkers and students. Then the calls to notify the College and human resources. Then the calls to suss out what information Frère Noir will need. Alas, he is en route from Morocco, and so we have no way of knowing until he arrives what he intends to do. So I’m gathering information on both sides, preparing for the possibility that he will want to repatriate her remains, and for the possibility that he will wish to have a traditional Muslim burial, which means burying her here within the next day.
In the midst of this, we have a guest speaker who has come all the way from Quebec to present a lecture today. Just his luck to arrive on the day of Mme. Noir’s death and the day before a predicted blizzard. Even while he is giving his lecture, I am in the midst of making the calls to bump up his flight to early tomorrow morning, and moving him to a hotel near the airport.
Additionally, in an hour I am going to an academic misconduct hearing as my boss’ representative. She has neither the energy nor the wherewithal to attend. In the interests of bringing the hearing to a speedy end, I will ask for the lowest punishment possible, hoping that the miscreant student will plead guilty.
I need the hearing to be brief, because then I must rush back here to orchestrate an office move of a graduate student who assaulted his (now ex-) roommate. The assaulted roommate, a graduate student in a neighboring department, has a restraining order against our grad student, and their current offices are less than 100 feet apart. So after some wrangling, I have found an office for our grad student, which is in a different building. Now, if only I can solve the mystery of the grad student’s mail and photocopying. If he visits our mailroom or our copy room, he runs the risk of violating the restraining order. So far, it feels as though I’m the only one being punished for his stupidity and bullying behavior.
As an amusing addition to my Monday, it was pointed out to me that the only review of my forthcoming book on Amazon, is a 2-star review. In case I was starting to think that the trend of this Monday wasn’t personal. So hey, if you’ve read the book, and feel like leaving an honest review, that would be nice.
Honestly, a snow day tomorrow would be a blessing.