Mon 17 Dec 2007
It’s not that often that you get to get to write a news* story about quitting your job and leaving the country, but I guess that’s one of the perks of editing the staff and faculty newsletter. I sent my last issue of the newsletter to the printers on Friday night (actually, I forgot to attach the PDF to the e-mail, so I technically didn’t sent it until Monday morning, but my best intentions were there!), and I actually felt, I don’t know, just a little nostalgic maybe.
I never kidded myself into thinking that the staff and faculty newsletter was life-changing work, but it has been a part of my life for the past two years. I’ve edited somewhere around 100 issues of the darn thing, and now I’m never going to edit another one. It’s like finishing a calculus course, in that I had to remember a lot of technical quirks and now I don’t have a reason to use any of it. Except that doing the newsletter was not as hard as calculus. And I didn’t hate it.
There wasn’t room in Happenings, but I did want to thank everyone who read the newsletter for putting up with the occasional egregious mis-spelling, missing date or wrong room number that slipped in there. Thanks to the people who corrected me, and thanks to those who politely said nothing. Thanks to everyone who read it, especially if you read it in spite of seething in disgust for it (I hope no one fit into this category). But thank you more if you read it and liked it, or at least appreciated it. I probably got more complements than complaints about the newsletter over the past two years, and that meant a lot to me.
Thank you to Sleater-Kinney for providing the music I played in my headphones while I edited, and thank you to whoever recorded and bootlegged those shows from 2006 because they were astounding. Thank you to anyone who brought donuts or bagels to the break room. Thanks to the Dairy Treet across the street for making tasty BLTs, and thanks to the landscape architects and crew who put in that circle of benches under that big tree outside of my office where I got fresh air on my lunch break. I’m sure I’m forgetting some stuff. Oh, thanks to whoever designed that bit of rockin’ dino clipart, which I was glad to finally put to use.
My boss asked me why I chose to depict myself as a dinosaur wearing an Abraham Lincoln hat, and I think I said:
“The Lincoln hat is because I am declaring my emancipation.
The dinosaur is because I’ve been in this office longer than 90% of the people here.
And the guitar is because I plan to keep rocking.”
*the term is used loosely