When shit hits the fan

I consider myself as a quite organised person. I respect schedules. I feel responsible to prepare for meetings in advance. I make sure that I will not have to run around like a headless chicken.

As a result, when I have during past two weeks (a) missed one doctor’s appointment and (b) one scheduled massage, (b) gone for a doctor’s when it was not my turn, (d) held a presentation which I didn’t prepare for, and (e) run around like a headless chicken, I can officially declare that shit has hit the fan. And perhaps not only once.

It is all because I miscalculated the safety distance separating the shit and the fan. Here, ‘shit’ stands for obligations and fan’ represents my inability to take care of them. When there are too many things to do, crap piles up.

Even organised people have fan troubles, otherwise they are not human or honest. The surprising news is that I have never felt this calm after (a) fan incident(s). Perhaps becoming a parent means dealing with so much more mess that creating some of my own is a drop in the ocean. Or perhaps my difficulties are these so called First World Problems.

However, in order to save my forehead, which I have face palmed quite many times, I decided to take it easier in June. As in May I have still one deadline left for every working day of the week. Zen.

A research conference, police, and a good laugh

I attended a research conference on social entrepreneurship. In conferences I try to talk to one new person on every break. Not because I am supposed to, as research practices are socially constructed by humans, but because I have found it a great way to get to know jolly people.

I would have never heard the following funny stories if I had only listened to my colleagues’ scheduled presentations. Well, here’s a true story. No one believes you when you say that. Yet, I assure you this one is. I was informed over the dinner that one of my Nordic colleagues was fined in Denmark after asking the policeman if he was wearing a thong.

This revealing brought up many other absurd stories related to meeting the guardians of law and order. The people around the table are lucky to live in countries where one doesn’t have to be afraid of the police. Thus, one of us had asked a permission to kiss a police (on his cheek) as a part of a dare competition. One had mistaken a police patrol ringing the doorbell as masquerade guests and invited them to join the noisy party they had actually arrived to interrupt.

Social gatherings in professional meetings are important. However, I am surprised how many people have a tendency to sit with people they feel close to. Especially this applies to international meetings. It is either sitting with people from your home country or people you already know.

This is understandable. After listening to presentations about new topics, usually not in one’s mother tongue, and using one’s brain to the extreme, it is quite demanding to try to make up a meaningful conversation with someone one doesn’t know. Yet, it has become such fun when I realised I don’t have to: usually everyone is overwhelmed by the quantity of interesting topics and they really look forward to a break. Thus, according to my experience sharing funny stories and laughing is the official brain maintaining activity in research conferences.