Helen Chick
Back in 1991 I attended a maths conference in Hungary. One of the other attendees was from the then disintegrating Soviet Union, and he told a story of his journey to the conference. It involved a train trip, starting somewhere in the middle of the Russian nowhere. He was waiting on the platform hoping for the train to arrive, when the wait was interrupted by a station announcement: “The train to Moscow will leave no earlier than 8:30am”. 8:30 came and went, followed by another station announcement: “The train to Moscow will leave no earlier than 9:30am”. Some time later there was yet another announcement: “The train to Moscow will leave no earlier than 10:30am”.
Thus the morning progressed, with a succession of postponements, but all stated in a way that was undeniably true.
We’re not moving on June 20th.
According to the Dean, the move will occur no earlier than the week of 11 July.
Sigh.
That must be frustrating!
Grrrrrr!!!!
Although the Russia story brought back memories of standing on the platform of Hornsby Railway Station, North of Sydney. It had been pouring for days with heavy rains; there had been land slippages causing track damage and major rail delays. People were just waiting… and waiting… and waiting… Then out of the deluge a train slowly appeared, followed by an announcement over the PA along the lines (no pun intended) of: “Arriving on platform 2 is the “we don’t know” from “who knows where” travelling to “your guess is as good as ours!”
If it is any consolation, you at least know where you’re coming from, and you know where you’re going to. It’s just the “when” that is shrouded under heavy rain.
OK, no consolation.
Grrrrrr!!!!
Deep breaths. . .deep breaths. If they keep this up, you’re going to have to do ANOTHER big office clean out before you can move!!