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So these days I work at the Campus Center front desk. Seventy-five percent of my job involves directing people to the bathrooms. Another ten percent has been helping polite British actors figure out how to use their phone cards.
There is a peculiar breed of person who asks for directions and, exasperated by my inability to reply within 0.01 seconds, hurries on, regardless of whether I actually have an answer to their query. It happens, on average, once per shift, but today's was the best.
Two women, one around my age and another in (I would guess) her late forties, sprinted into the building. The older of the two asks me if I know where the Photo Caucus is, then immediately says to her companion "let's keep moving" as they go into what I know to be a large, empty room. They then scamper past me up some stairs towards what I know more large, empty rooms. I am amused.
On their way down, I stood up and said "I really would be happy to help you..." The older woman replies snippily that I "obviously didn't know" (and couldn't find out) the answer to her question. She then asked if she could use the phone.
She then asked me if I would dial it for her.
I acquiesced, and upon doing so, she expressed strong personal doubt in my ability to dial a phone properly.
I had, in fact, done a creditable job, and after a brief conversation, she hissed off in the direction of the film building.
I am known for the sweetness of my nature and the gentleness of my disposition, but I fear that if I set eyes on her again, I will be compelled to do something... unprofessional.
There is a peculiar breed of person who asks for directions and, exasperated by my inability to reply within 0.01 seconds, hurries on, regardless of whether I actually have an answer to their query. It happens, on average, once per shift, but today's was the best.
Two women, one around my age and another in (I would guess) her late forties, sprinted into the building. The older of the two asks me if I know where the Photo Caucus is, then immediately says to her companion "let's keep moving" as they go into what I know to be a large, empty room. They then scamper past me up some stairs towards what I know more large, empty rooms. I am amused.
On their way down, I stood up and said "I really would be happy to help you..." The older woman replies snippily that I "obviously didn't know" (and couldn't find out) the answer to her question. She then asked if she could use the phone.
She then asked me if I would dial it for her.
I acquiesced, and upon doing so, she expressed strong personal doubt in my ability to dial a phone properly.
I had, in fact, done a creditable job, and after a brief conversation, she hissed off in the direction of the film building.
I am known for the sweetness of my nature and the gentleness of my disposition, but I fear that if I set eyes on her again, I will be compelled to do something... unprofessional.