Feel like I woke up, found the local rag on the front lawn after sunset and discovered it’s Wednesday. Page count this week is on the low side, though it started well enough, and there are a few days left yet. Work–or my inability to leave before 7pm the last few days–is to blame. Fall term beats up the staff at most schools, especially the one person departments. Time passes easily at least.

While I avoid discussing work too frequently, as of late there’s an odd vibe in the halls worth noting. Not exactly a rumor, but more of a shared exchange between myself and coworkers, and one that’s recurred with so many different people, it can’t be a coincidence. As people pass me in the hallway they stop, pat my shoulder, and say, “Don’t quit. We like you.”

Why they do this I have no idea, though the culprit might be legacy. I’ve lasted longer than most of my predecessors. In another three months, only one beats me on tenure. Perhaps they envision some sort of tech guy expiration date. Usually by now, the tech guy either gets canned or bolts.

The funny thing is, I know why they leave, yet for all the oddities about the position, this is the best job I’ve ever had. So I’m staying.