A bed of roses

This Monday is the 30th anniversary of the Hillsborough Tragedy.  I'm preparing for an emotional day.  I am using the image of the photos of the 96 to make a display for church and have ideas for writing '96' in candles on our prayer table.  Don't know if anyone else will come but we'll be there for them if they want to.

Some new roles have appeared at work although nobody really seems to know what they're for.  When(!) they are advertised, however, I will be putting in applications.  I have heard, anecdotally, that a colleague's application for a similar post was rejected because they 'didn't have the right experience'.  I don't know if they had done the shortlisting or the application was just rejected because assumptions were being made but if the same thing happened with me I'd be demanding answers.  And possibly making a trip to personnel.

I also took part in the consultation to find the next VC.  There was a lot of positivity in the room for the University and, in particular, our traditional role in supporting and empowering local people.  Definitely a feeling that we had been heading in the wrong direction and we wanted to correct that.  The only problem was that it was seriously under-attended - only 10 in my session and about 15 in the previous one.  People complain about not being consulted - then don't turn up for the consultation!

I enjoyed my trip up to Lancaster last Monday, but I have a list of 'lessons learned' when it comes to preparing for travel.  Firstly, book an open ticket.  Secondly, collect the tickets at least two working days before the trip.  Thirdly, make a note (or a screenshot) of ALL the details.  Fourthly, I really need a phone that connects to other people's wifi - but it's a very rare need, so doesn't justify me getting another phone right now.  Oh, the traumas of the SJW...

Well, that's all for now, DW.  See you next Saturday!