The political battles that have been festering at the institute of higher learning came to a head over the weekend, with emails and voice mails flying back and forth relaying developments and point counter point. Culminating in a cluster bomb explosion of a correspondence from the director, the landscape was changed irrevocably. And when the dust settled, yours truly was included in the collateral damage.
At least I expect that I was, barring some 11th hour miracle, as I have a meeting with said director tomorrow when I expect that I will be cordially invited to fuck off.
You see, my crime was aligning myself with the old emperor. I have been told that I am a reminder of his former influence and the new emperor wants to clean house. So be it.
I'm actually rather impressed with his recently demonstrated Machiavellian tendencies. I never dreamed he had it in him. Oh sure, there are those who say that he is merely a puppet of the director and that he whined his way into this position. And while it is true that he was one of the privileged spoon-fed ones, you have to admire his political prowess. He's a better player than I am, obviously.
If I sound bitter, it's only because I am. Not so much for myself, but for the research assistant who recently bought a house and was blindsided by this, for the assistant professor who shows true leadership but is being forced into an indentured servant role to the new emperor, and for the old emperor who built the kingdom and whose only crime was leaving to start a new empire, passing the old empire over to capable hands, or so he thought.
I expect to be told that come September, which is when the final nail gets driven into the coffin of the old emperor's influence, there will no longer be a position for me in this brave new world. I only hope they don't try to present me with a cake on my last day, as I will have a difficult time restraining myself from commenting on the perfection of receiving a fucking cake for 9.5 years of service, instead of a severance package.
Anybody need someone who can write pretty decently and pimp stuff enthusiastically?