At one university I worked in many years ago there was a senior professor: a narcissistic, arrogant, bullying, thoroughly unpleasant piece of work, who was forever laying down the law to everybody else and expecting to be obeyed.
In her office, and totally against every rule in the institution's book, she had a 1950s vintage electric fire, like this:
electric_fire.png
One cold, December afternoon, the university's safety department knocked on her office door - we strongly suspected, acting on an anonymous tipoff. They found all three elements of the fire on, and sitting precariously on top of it, a pile of students' essays about two feet tall: easily about 10-15lb of paper.
She was given 30 minutes to remove the fire from the building, the alternative being that they would do it for her, after which she'd be fired on the spot (tenure protects academics from the consequences of a lot of misdeeds, but endangering the lives of hundreds of your students and co-workers is not among them, thankfully). That put smiles on a lot of faces for a long time afterwards.
In her office, and totally against every rule in the institution's book, she had a 1950s vintage electric fire, like this:
electric_fire.png
One cold, December afternoon, the university's safety department knocked on her office door - we strongly suspected, acting on an anonymous tipoff. They found all three elements of the fire on, and sitting precariously on top of it, a pile of students' essays about two feet tall: easily about 10-15lb of paper.
She was given 30 minutes to remove the fire from the building, the alternative being that they would do it for her, after which she'd be fired on the spot (tenure protects academics from the consequences of a lot of misdeeds, but endangering the lives of hundreds of your students and co-workers is not among them, thankfully). That put smiles on a lot of faces for a long time afterwards.
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