Notes from The Best Job Ever

Budget cuts are huge here (systemwide, at my campus, and in my department) and do you know how I know I work at The Best Job Ever? The staff in my department are planning a bake sale to create an emergency fund for our students.

In case you don't know, I work in the Disabled Students' Program office at UC Berkeley. Our students are going to be hit pretty hard by the budget crunch, as you can imagine. This fund will just be a quick-access, small-amounts thing -- for example, say a student is $35 short on what she needs to buy her books, or someone just needs a little money because his state check hasn't come in yet.

We've been brainstorming in the department about ways to help our students during this crisis. If you have any ideas about how to add to this fund so that students with disabilities at Cal can have a little tiny safety net, sock it to me.

A co-worker and I are cackling over the image of a big news story on how college students with disabilities need a frickin' bake sale to make ends meet. Wonder if the Governator would care about that?

(Oh, and my lunch? A pint each of excellent figs and even more excellent heirloom grape tomatoes. Happy girl is happy.)

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A decision I reached today is to remove from my reading list anyone who posts about being fat, gaining weight, etc., like they're of course bad things. I will still let those people have access to my journal, but I don't need to be reading that shit. It's bad for my blood pressure (not really; my blood pressure is fine, but it pisses me off, and I don't want to be pissed off, nor do I want to be blasting people in their journals). Addendum to the decision: if it's a person I'm close to, I'll talk to them about it first.