So, here we are approximately 14 months since the tenure process began. The letter is supposed to come “in June sometime” that tells me if I have a future or not. (Please don’t repsond by telling me I have nothing to worry about — I appreciate the sentiment, but it makes me crazy).
Yesterday to the mailbox. High quality statonary envelope with NU return address. Addressed only to me (not a label). Return sender: the Provost. Opening Sentence, “President (name) and I are delighted to . . . . (you have to scroll for a while and bite your nails)
invite you to participate in a teaching workshop.”
Was your blood pressure high? Was your heart all aflutter? Did you have to sit down? Was your stomach in your throat? Satan is laughing his ass off (and taking notes) at that one. I mean, I appreciate being invited to a teaching workshop but seriously, the Provost should send me no more mail until it is the tenure letter. Wurd.