Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Just back from holiday abroad on what is technically my last day of employment from the old place. And just spent an hour or so taking leave of my old email account (I still seem to be able to login to that and the Uni network itself). I somehow doubt it will be switched off in an hour an half but I have no illusions that the plug won't be pulled pretty soon. (Though I might be tempted to give a go and see how long I last...)

Glad I could login though. Some 69 mails to deal with most pretty simply to delete, half a dozen mailing lists that still needed to be changed. A couple I've given up trying to change or remove myself from. One I needed to forward to K who will have to deal with things until my successor is in post.

I could even send an virtual postcard in lieu of the one I had been going to send only to find the last shop I could do it from didn't do stamps home.

But I'm particularly pleased I could still access an address I've had for a decade because I caught an email from a long lost friend whose had addressbook problems and was attempting to straighten things out. Had I missed that I might never have been able to reestablish contact (exactly the kind of thing I feared and why I'm disappointed the old place can't do an email forwarding service for at least a little while). There were also, and it was good to catch these, three emails from staff who don't work in the library and caught my 'departure' by the Uni's staff newsletter. One in particular was touching.

Finally, in lots of ways, there was also a request from the Chancellor to meet one last time. Not entirely sure what to make of that! Or whether to pursue it. I certainly would have done had I been around but I guess it's too late now.

Farewell University.

2 comments:

Gary said...

I've been to see him on other occasions for various reasons I felt I could only take up with him and of course met (and indeed, introduced him at a staff conference) on other social occasions and mini conferences.

I'd even been to a couple of his 'drop in surgeries' or whatever they were called simply because I thought it might be nice to have someone NOT coming to complain about something.

I think I can safely say that he knew who I was. I'm not entirely sure that was necessarily a good thing.

Gary said...

My apologies if that wasn't as interesting as you were hoping for.