Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Don't Ask Me, I Just Work Here
I wear a University of Colorado Denver lanyard with my security ID badge on it. I have to use it to access secure doors throughout the day and it just makes sense to wear it at all times rather than pull it out of my wallet when I need to get into a door. I am rethinking this practice. School is in session again and the new college students are everywhere. Lately, they've been lined up outside my office because the line for the Bursar stretches from their front desk, down a hall, and across the door that offers my only outside access. I frequently have to travel from my office to the Financial Aid office and when I do, I get questions from the students. "Do you know where I can find classroom 1010?" "Do you know why my class was canceled today?" "Where's the computer lab?" "I don't have time to wait in line, can you give me my refund?" "Where's the physical education building for Metro State?" I could go on and on. Students recognize me as an employee because of my lanyard and apparently that opens them up to ask me anything they want. Even if it pertains to a college that I don't work at (since Auraria Campus houses three institutions). Also, keep in mind that I have never taken classes here. I don't know where the classrooms are. In fact, unless they are asking me where my office is, I pretty much can't help them. I did know where the computer lab is, since I pass it on my way in to work each morning. It cracked me up that the person who asked me where the computer lab was located was standing in front of it at the time and I got to answer..."Um...Right behind you!" I think I might wear a shirt that says "Don't ask me, I just work here!" and blankly point to the shirt whenever someone asks me a question like this. Or perhaps I'll break into fluent French and feign an inability to speak English. My luck would be that the person asking me would be a French foreign exchange student. Or maybe I'll just answer "My hovercraft is full of eels!" whenever someone asks me a question. Then I'll pat them on the back and quickly move on down the hallway. Yeah, I like that one.
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Stuff I Don't Like,
Work
1 comments:
Do you waaaant to come back to my place, bouncy, bouncy?
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