Super Adjunct

  • 21 Sep 2009 /  jobhunting

     

    When I got the email saying, “The hiring committee has, unfortunately, decided to not grant you an interview for the full-time 1 year adjunct position,” I about died. This has to be a mistake! How dare they? I’d work the first month for free! I am bumming big time! And then it occurred to me I was racing through the Kübler-Ross 5 stages of grief in about a minute flat. But I skipped the fifth stage of acceptance and went straight to a sixth stage I like to call “REVENGE!” or “Turning the Tables on those Weasels Who Wouldn’t Give Me an Interview.”

    Here then are 3 interviews, which I conducted using the video function of my girlfriend, Cheryl Cromwatters’ cell phone. Above you will find a montage of stills of the 3 interviewees. (I’d present the actual videos, but I am not that tech savvy.)

    Interview with Weasel #1:

    Edgar T. Branson, Ph.D. is the senior faculty member of the hiring committee. He’s been at our department since 1985. (A living fossil!) I caught up with Dr. Branson at the end of his driveway, early one Sunday morning about 2 weeks ago.

    Super-Adjunct (holding cell phone up and then towards Dr. Branson like a cross at a vampire): How come Super-Adjunct didn’t get an interview for the full-time 1 year adjunct position?

    Dr. Branson (squinting up, one hand reaching down to pick up his copy of The New York Times): What?

    Super-Adjunct: You heard me. How come you and the other jerks on the hiring committee didn’t give Super-Adjunct an interview?

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    Dr. Branson (standing up and his glasses now on): Aren’t you Super-Adjunct?

    Super-Adjunct: I’m not Peter Pan, you old coot! Now answer my. . . .

    [At this point the interview got cut off because Cheryl’s phone doesn’t have a whole lot of memory. Dr. Branson’s wife ran out, and I think it was she who called the police. Before I was asked to “move along” or face criminal charges, the ancient lizard-like Dr. Branson admitted he’d heard I had a blog with inflammatory and possibly slanderous comments on it. And that was the primary reason, they’d taken me off the short-list. When I pressed him about who told the hiring committee about my blog, he said, “It was you! You sent us all emails with a link.” I said, “Oh yeah. That’s right.”]

    Interview with Weasel #2:

    Kimberly Jones, Ph.D. has been a tenure-track professor at our department for almost six years. I happened to accidentally-on-purpose run into Dr. Jones in the produce section at the local grocery store.

    Super-Adjunct: Why do you hate the Constitution of the United States of America!?

    Dr. Jones (after yelping then dropping several eggplants onto the floor): Geeeez . . . You scared me!

    Super-Adjunct: How ‘bout it, Dr. Jones? You hate freedom of speech, don’t you? Don’t you?

    Dr. Jones: What on earth are you talking about?

    Super-Adjunct (jumping up and onto a bin of organic bananas): I’m talking about how you don’t like me talking, or rather blogging, freely?

    Dr. Jones: What?

    Super-Adjunct: It’s either, ‘Give up the blog, Super-Adjunct, or we won’t give you an interview for the full-time 1 year adjunct position.’ Well, I’ve got news for you, sister!!! I’M NOT GIVING UP MY BLOG!!!

    Produce Guy: Hey! Get down from there!

    Super-Adjunct (chanting): Oh, say, can you see? In my blog, I am FREE! Oh, say can you see? In my blog, I am FREE! Oh, say, can see?. . . .

    Random Scruffy Guys (joining in): In my blog, I am FREE! Oh, say can you see? In my blog, I am. . . .

    Produce Guy: (grabbing and shaking my leg): Hey! You get down from there! NOW!

    [Here the camera-phone konked out again. The store manager soon arrived as a good part of the store started the chant and Dr. Jones, defeated, slunk away! I got out of there too when I heard the store manager dialing up the cops. What is up with everyone calling the police?]

    Interview with Weasel #3:

    Michael P. Cray, Ph.D. is a full professor, who is hard to track down. But I tracked him down alright—when he made the mistake of going into one of the stalls of the men’s faculty restroom.

    Super-Adjunct: Why don’t you believe in Super-Adjunct’s right to freedom of speech? [after asking this question 3 times, Dr. Cray finally responded to] Dr. Cray, I’m talking to you!

    Dr. Cray (laughing from inside the stall & mistaking me/Super-Adjunct for someone else): Larry,is that you?I thought you were talking on a cell phone. [Laughs.] But wow, that is bizarre what happened to Kim at the Food-Way. That Super-Adjunct guy is certifiable! [Laughs.]

    Super-Adjunct: So how come you won’t give Super-Adjunct an interview for the full-time 1 year teaching position?

    Dr. Cray (laughing some more): Because there were a lot more qualified candidates. Duh! [More laughter.]

    Super-Adjunct: Oh. [Long pause.] It isn’t because he writes the truth in his blog?

    Dr. Cray (laughing louder than ever): Yeah, right, Larry! That’s good! . . . But that blog of his, it’s an embarrassment, isn’t it? Poorly written and filled with. . . . [The sound of flushing makes the rest of Dr. Cray’s words indecipherable and then the camera-phone goes dead. Dr. Cray seemed pretty shaken up though when he came out of the stall and saw, me, Super-Adjunct, the Last Bastion for Truth and Free Speech, standing there holding a phone-video camera up to his face!]

    Posted September 21, 2009, 9:16 AM, by Super-Adjunct, superadjunct@gooseeggu.us.com.org.net)

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  • 21 Jul 2009 /  advice, holidays

     

    Me, hard at work at my summer job as a rodeo clown. (Photo: Cheryl Cromwatters)

     

    Hey Part-timer! Did the classes you were counting on to pay the bills this summer fall through? Are you terrified now over what you’ll do after your last piddly paycheck from spring semester arrives (and is quickly, if not instantly, spent)? Are you like bujillions of adjuncts everywhere this summer—unemployed but with no recourse to unemployment? Don’t fret! Here’s my three step Survival Guide for Summer’s Jobless Adjuncts:

    Step One: Don’t Panic! Ask yourself this one important question: “Do I own a tent?” Before I got my rockin’ summer job as a rodeo clown (See Photo Above) I used to take advantage of the summer weather and fourteen day free camping in our public forests. Live in a city? Move. Pronto! What were you thinking? You can’t make it in a city on an adjunct’s wages! Hello! It’s earth calling.

    Step Two: Be Creative! “Make believe is healthy,” writes one physician, whose name I wish I could remember. “It can reduce something that increases something which changes the rate of a chemical or something that makes you more healthy or something.” The point: when being interviewed for jobs, which highly specialized training and experience might be necessary, be creative! That’s how I got my summer job milking cows at Cheryl’s father’s farm. I lied! Straight up! I should’ve probably asked a few more questions about the milking machine, but hey that one cow, Bessie, Bossie, whatever, she lived. The same is true when filling out applications for summer jobs for which a GED might be an over-qualification, be creative! Sure! It would be a thrill and an honor to stay on as your dishwasher after the three month probation period.

    Step Three: Be Adventurous! I’m not saying go out and become a hooker, but why not try something you’ve little to no experience doing (See “Step Two”). As a famous American general, George Washington or Winston Churchill, said, “Be brave, little soldier.” For instance, I took a chance and got my summer job as a rodeo clown. Sure, it’s dangerous, and I’ve had numerous near-death experiences (See Photo Above), but it’s steady work, during what can be a money-scarce summer.

    Step Four: Extra Credit! Create a blog like this one, which shows your commitment to the scholarly process—with footnotes! SUCH A BLOG SHOULD COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY IMPRESS THE MEMBERS OF THE HIRING COMMITTEE FOR A ONE-YEAR, FULL-TIME ADJUNCT CONTRACT JOB LIKE THE ONE I’M APPLYING FOR WITH MY DEPARTMENT HERE AT GOOSE-EGG UNIVERSITY! (I’M YOUR MAN!!! NOT DARLY, DEE OR THAT FREAKAZOID WOMAN FROM KANSAS!!! BE A WINNER! HIRE SUPER-ADJUNCT!!!!!)

    Posted May 27, 2009, 8:22 AM, by Super-Adjunct, superadjunct@gooseeggu.us.com.org.net)

    Comments:

    Posted May 28, 2009, 11:11 AM:

    It’s D-A-R-Y-L, you cretin. And a blog scholarly? You and your footnotes make me laugh. In fact, I think it’s time you made the leap from part-time rodeo clown to full-time clown. You’re really cut out for that. I mean it. Besides I imagine you’ll need a job come next fall. –The COMPETITION

    Posted May 28, 2009, 6:16 PM:

    Darly. I know that’s you. It has to be. But how did you leave a comment without an email address? Maybe you’ve got a few smarts after all, but I doubt it. Good luck with your application to Wal-Mart. And Cheryl. I didn’t lie about milking cows. I did a little of that once like how I used to work as an auto mechanic. I’m just a little rusty on repairing brakes. I’m really sorry you car went through the wall of your garage. I can fix that. (For a small fee! : ) ) (Kidding. I’ll do it gratis* ‘cause you’re worth it, baby!) As you and everyone who reads this thing should note, This Blog Is For Entertainment Purposes Only! To see it any other way is . . . well, “unscholarly.” Super-Adjunct, superadjunct@gooseeggu.us.com.org.net

    *gratis—an ancient Italian word meaning, “love.”

    Darly, adjunct, a competitor for the 1 year full-time adjunct contract, my department, Goose-EGG University. (Personal Communication, yesterday). Darly said “bujillions” is not a specific number and that by choosing to use that word, I am being “unscholarly and idiotic.” Well, Darly, now that I’ve used your stupid comment in a footnote in my blog, I guess it’s crystal clear how “unscholarly and idiotic” I am.

    “Tim” (See I changed your name!), Office 211, McKonk Bldg, Goose-EGG University (Personal Communication, A few minutes ago). “Tim” said an adjunct can file for unemployment. “But if you do, GEU’s evil minions will never rehire you.”

    Physician on General Hospital. (Last Season Maybe). He was on some episodes Cheryl taped and forced me to watch. Even my pillow was yawning.

    See Footnote #4.

    Anywhere, USA. This is called the “Collective Consciousness Knowledge Thing,” which Allen Ginsberg, I think, invented.

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