I’ve always thought that the amount of work would plateau at some point. That the busyness would no longer increase. But nearly 20 years into being a faculty member, it doesn’t seem to be true.
This is a semester in which I have a new and very challenging course that takes a lot of energy; several committee assignments that take more time than they would have to but there isn’t much I can do about them; too many grant proposals on which I am working simultaneously; several new collaborations; work with my graduate students and papers that need to go out; editorial duties at two journals, one of which is keeping me very, very busy. I know, these are all normal, but there’s more of each of them than before, or maybe I am more tired than before, or perhaps both, so it all feels just a little bit overwhelming.
The fuckin’ service is the worst. So much work that totally wouldn’t have to be done. It’s entirely self-inflicted. More precisely, college-or-department-inflicted. Ugh.
I feel like I might have written all of this every October for the past 10+ years. I also might be writing the same thing in April.
How’s the spooky month treating you, academic blogosphere?
Happy F*cktober 🙂
What your employer is going for is the feeling of drowning. If you do not feel that way, they aren’t getting enough out of you.
I am coming to terms with this myself. But also, in learning how to be more efficient at my new institution, I am realizing I can keep ever more balls in the air… so. I wonder if there is a limit?
Spending too much time on teaching. SO much time on teaching–and am now getting tapped for more service. I hope you can get some rest!