I forgot to tell you all about my trip to school on Tuesday.

I still don’t have the keys to my office and the newsroom yet, but I guess it’s not all that surprising since my contract doesn’t officially take effect until August 16th. It’s still horribly frustrating, though, to have to check in with the 14-year-old behind the counter at the Service Center and ask for his keys.

What’s more, the guy who had the office before me hasn’t moved out yet. He says he’s been assigned new digs, but since HE DOESN’T HAVE HIS NEW KEY YET, he can’t move. I’m beginning to see a trend here….

The walls are coming down — literally — in the newsroom, though. I asked that the Buildings & Grounds guys knock down a couple of walls to open the space up, and they’ve gotten started working on it. That made me feel better (but not quite good enough to pick up a sledge hammer and take a few whacks myself).

I sorted through that $700 worth of office supplies hiding out in my conference room and became absolutely giddy. It’s scary how four big boxes from Staples can actually make my hands tremble. Oh, yeah — the day’s getting much better now.

I turned in my signed contract to the Provost and checked on a couple things with the Registrar. The bookstore manager commended me on my ability to fill out textbook order forms. I didn’t find it all that challenging, but apparently, some folks do. I guess it’s a lot like being afraid of looking for an auto insurance quote online.  Go figure.

Oh, and I ran into the college president. We had a lovely chat. Turns out he would like to have a yearbook (the college hasn’t published one of those since circa 1985). It’s gonna be a whale of a semester!