My work life was falling to pieces:
- the only computer available to me for running a complex statistical package was an ancient XT;
- my first tutorial of the academic year lasted only 30 minutes because I hadn’t prepared enough material;
- I was forced to field student complaints about a colleague unsure as to whether or not these had any grounds;
- the green booklet for my pirate hooch treasure hunt outreach project came back from the print room littered with typos.
No wonder PC and I retreated to my office where we consumed vast quantities of hard drugs in an attempt to alleviate the stress of the start of the new academic year.