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Gilda · 11-17-2005, 09:09 PM

Ok, one last one for tonight.

I tried step two of the little experiment lurkette suggested.

I asked a man where to find the financial affairs office.

He was about 50, wearing a brown suit with a white shirt. Bald, with the only hair left on his head being the ring above the ears and at the back of the head, about my height and a little pudgy, maybe 220-230 pounds, but still big enough that he'd have little trouble with me in a physical confrontation. Any time I have any interaction with a strange man, that's there in the back of my mind.

He asked me what the happened to my arm and nose, and I said, "Car accident," wondering as I did what this had to do with anything. It still seems like a non-sequiter. It had nothing to do with the reason we were interacting, and we'd never met before, so he obviously had little to no reason to need to know what happened to me, and it just delayed my getting the information I needed.

He looked up and to one side, then with a little bit of annoyance told me directions. I didn't pay close enough attention, because I was watching his reactiion, and ended up having to check my map to find it anyway.

When I got there, it turns out that I was in the wrong place, but it took ten minutes before someon figured that out and sent me to human resources, where I should have gone in the first place. They had assumed I was a student, and never bothered to ask, then got annoyed with me for not telling them I was a professor. Who would have thought that the payroll information wouldn't be handled by financial affairs? How on earth was I supposed to know this? The way they acted, it seems as if I'm the only one on the planet who didn't know this.

God, this is why I hate starting a new job. People expect you to know things you have no way of knowing.

I'll try finding a woman dressed like me tomorrow.

I was invited to the faculty Thanksgiving dinner. I'm trying to figure out an excuse not to go. I tried, "I'm not a member of the faculty yet," and "I don't know anybody here" both of which bombed as excuses not to go. I'm hoping Grace will help me find one that'll get me out of it without actually lying. I don't suppose just telling them that I'm shy would help?

I got some not exactly bad news, but stressful news today regarding my class load, but it's late, and I'm tired.

But one last thing. I was told by the department head that I'm not actually expected to teach my freshman comp students how to write. I'll explain tomorrow.

Yes, I have landed in Bizarro land.

Time to go climb in bed and snuggle up. Despite the stressful day, all will soon be right with the world, at least for the next six hours.

Gilda

11-17-2005, 09:09 PM	#58 (permalink)
Gilda 32 flavors and then some Location: Out on a wire.	Ok, one last one for tonight. I tried step two of the little experiment lurkette suggested. I asked a man where to find the financial affairs office. He was about 50, wearing a brown suit with a white shirt. Bald, with the only hair left on his head being the ring above the ears and at the back of the head, about my height and a little pudgy, maybe 220-230 pounds, but still big enough that he'd have little trouble with me in a physical confrontation. Any time I have any interaction with a strange man, that's there in the back of my mind. He asked me what the happened to my arm and nose, and I said, "Car accident," wondering as I did what this had to do with anything. It still seems like a non-sequiter. It had nothing to do with the reason we were interacting, and we'd never met before, so he obviously had little to no reason to need to know what happened to me, and it just delayed my getting the information I needed. He looked up and to one side, then with a little bit of annoyance told me directions. I didn't pay close enough attention, because I was watching his reactiion, and ended up having to check my map to find it anyway. When I got there, it turns out that I was in the wrong place, but it took ten minutes before someon figured that out and sent me to human resources, where I should have gone in the first place. They had assumed I was a student, and never bothered to ask, then got annoyed with me for not telling them I was a professor. Who would have thought that the payroll information wouldn't be handled by financial affairs? How on earth was I supposed to know this? The way they acted, it seems as if I'm the only one on the planet who didn't know this. God, this is why I hate starting a new job. People expect you to know things you have no way of knowing. I'll try finding a woman dressed like me tomorrow. I was invited to the faculty Thanksgiving dinner. I'm trying to figure out an excuse not to go. I tried, "I'm not a member of the faculty yet," and "I don't know anybody here" both of which bombed as excuses not to go. I'm hoping Grace will help me find one that'll get me out of it without actually lying. I don't suppose just telling them that I'm shy would help? I got some not exactly bad news, but stressful news today regarding my class load, but it's late, and I'm tired. But one last thing. I was told by the department head that I'm not actually expected to teach my freshman comp students how to write. I'll explain tomorrow. Yes, I have landed in Bizarro land. Time to go climb in bed and snuggle up. Despite the stressful day, all will soon be right with the world, at least for the next six hours. Gilda __________________ I'm against ending blackness. I believe that everyone has a right to be black, it's a choice, and I support that. ~Steven Colbert