I noted earlier that I was spending my weekend putting together my PDS, a year-in-review summary of my career that’s used to determine whether The Citadel will keep me around.
I proudly presented the finished product to my chair this morning — first one in! — who was happy to receive it. Then, at noon, I ran into him again; sorry, he said, we all forgot that we’re going to do your Third-year Review this year, even though you’re only 2.5 years into the gig. (For those who don’t know, this review is the big hurdle prior to the big tenure hurdle.)
The chair seemed to indicate that a couple tweaks to my finished materials might suffice for the review, but at the same time I felt like that might be akin to wearing only the minimum amount of flair (watched Office Space again last week).