This morning, I had every intention of attending the staff forum on retirement benefits. Once I finally found the building (college campuses can be so confusing), I found myself looking at a crowd of people staring into the narrow doorways of Sibley Auditorium, straining to hear the speaker. The room was packed, and a hundred or so staff spilled out of the doorways on either side, unable to make it into the room. I stood in the crowd for a minute or so before realizing that I couldn't see the screen where they were projecting information, nor could I really hear the speaker, so I left comforted by the fact that the event was supposed to be recorded, and I'd be able to find it online somewhere in a few days. As I walked out the front door, I overheard a woman telling a few of her colleagues that she was surprised and disappointed at how quiet the crowd was being, saying, "I thought 'oh good old Berkeley,' but no one is saying a word!" Perhaps she would have preferred the melee that these meetings sometimes become. Maybe once the speakers were finished, her wish would come true.
Once I'd made it back to my office I felt ready for a nap because my cold is starting to win the war against vitamins and warm tea.
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