I should have suspected something was up. Things were quiet, too quiet. I should have known that sooner or later, the peace and serenity of my sabbatical would be shattered by....Departmental Drama!
Apparently sabbatical does not provide shelter from being shafted by one's department. Why, just the other day I was marvelling about how relaxed I am, not having to deal with the daily and weekly stupid little things that make me want to pull my hair out, about what a great job my chair was doing in insulating me from any and all obligations beyond getting research done....
But this was all before The Email arrived. Topic: next year's class schedule. Or, more specifically, the scheduling of my "pet elective" in such a way as to guarantee that *no one* (or very few people, likely not enough to run the class) will sign up for it.
I'm way too upset to deal with this right now, so I'm doing the smart thing and sitting on this for a few hours before I reply, at least until the urge to hurl things across the room subsides. But right now, I just can't help thinking that my department really doesn't want me to succeed. And that's a shitty, shitty feeling.