Sagamore Ad

The School of Informatics wanted a list of classes advertised in the upcoming Orientation magazine put out by the Sagamore (the school newspaper). In the past, I was given a list of classes plus what they were about and a lot of other verbiage that was really difficult for me to deal with. Last year I didn't know enough nor have enough confidence in myself to say "cut the verbiage!"

I've come a long way since last year. This year I have been working off the concept of "bold, trendy, and cool" for the School of Informatics. With that in mind, I went with the sunglasses theme and a one-word simple exclamation. sweet. My sons tell me that's the new "cool."

I have ulterior motives in my designs now. I don't know about the rest of the department, but I have decided that the single message is "bold and cool." That's the experience that I want the students to have when they view my designs. And that's what I want the students to think about themselves. They are bold and cool.

Tick Tock Goes the Clock

I've been thrown into chaos and I'm trying to sort it out. I love where I work. I love the people. I love, for the most part, what I do. And because I love it, I give a lot to it. I enjoy going to work. I will stay late and I will do a lot at home. What I do at work is what I enjoy doing at home.

I'm paid hourly, but I don't care. I log 40 hours a week even though I do more. I've been asked to be more conscientious of my time and not to overdo it. But I don't know what else I would do.

A huge part of who I am lies in giving. If I truly enjoy someone or something, I will do almost anything for them/it. It's very selfish, this giving thing. I give because I love how I feel, I love DOING something for someone or something I like. The giving is the reward. It's essential to who I am. It feeds me.

Starting Monday, the School of Informatics will be going to the TIME system of keeping track of work hours. I didn't understand what that meant until we had a training meeting (the most pathetic training meeting I've ever attended, btw).

During that meeting I realized that I now have to clock in and out and that I can't clock more than 40 hours a week.

The longer I sat there, the angrier I got. After the meeting I ended up in tears (and I still feel angry and end up in tears...even as I write this).

This is what I'm trying to sort out. Why am I so angry? Why do I feel like I've been slugged in the gut?

I want to say it's because I feel like what I have given freely has been rejected. But is that it? I feel restrained, constricted, chained.

It truly irritates me that I now have to watch the clock. I can't log in more than 40 hours and I have to keep track on a daily basis how much time I'm logging in. And what's worse, I have only a six minute time frame at the end of the week to "catch" my 40 hours. IUPUI pays in six minute increments.

This is a disaster.

I am so afraid that what I used to love doing will now become a chore because restrictions have been placed on it.

I hate restrictions when it comes to something I love.