Non Joy

  1. The chocolate brownie cake someone brought in to say thanks (a card would do) - it is chocka with 3 varieties of nuts, and one variety alone is enough to make me wibble (I have eaten the chocolate sauce though).
  2. 200-300 Chinese homeless summer school students want somewhere to live, and pronto. Gah.
  3. Ginsters Spicy Chicken Deep Fill Slices. Sound good. Actually contain lots of hard potato, and very little else.
  4. Any official university literature done in Comic Sans, because then I have to change it all, because Comic Sans looks juvenile and shit. Ditto Clip Art. Clearly our other campus hasn't realised this.
  5. Our other campus.
  6. Not having the right keys to the flat I want to move into on Monday, and the landlord being on holiday, and the office admin assistant not even knowing there were security locks on the door. Apparently someone will come and let me in anyway. She was very confident and cheerful about this. I wonder if the handyman will be as cheerful coming out on Bank Holiday Monday. Ho hum, eh?
  7. Having about 50 emails to reply to everyday about the same things. Really, prospective students, please stop considering yourself so important. Get your tuition fee loan, turn up on the 24th September, pay, and consider your role fulfilled. Nobody cares about anything else.
  8. And really, prospective students, if you're already ringing up to enquire about hardship funding, maybe you should be reconsidering that Theology degree altogether.
  9. The doorbell. Which is ringing.
  10. The phone. Which is ringing.

Joy

  1. Puppies
  2. Cookies brought in by colleague from Subway to replace the cake Non Joy.
  3. Feeling emotionally free for the first time in a long time.
  4. Super Hans, who is still getting out on a regular basis. He has now figured out how to get out of the wire door, that humans have to squeeze to open. He woke mum and dad up by getting into a carrier bag in their bedroom and rustling a lot, but escaping from the bag and watching them while they looked for him. I love him. He is full of Joy. Shame he hates me.
  5. Applying to be a non-resident student house tutor. This equates to an honorarium of £1066 per annum, in return for giving 40 students my mobile number in case of emergencies, where I would then ring Security, NHS Direct or 999. I better get it.
  6. Meno, she makes me smile.
  7. Scrabulous.
  8. Butter mints.
  9. Planning new tank set ups for Dyson and his yet to be purchased girlfriend.
  10. Never having to catch that bus to and from work again. After tonight, anyway.