Tippi Hedron and Bird Pie
Here’s some stuff I was thinking about.
For a time I worked at Salt Lake City Public Library in the Main branch (awesome place). While doing so, I was on the “Substitute List” as a Library Aide (putting away books and giving tours of the building). If another branch needed extra help that day, they could call me and give me some extra hours.
Well, one day I was sitting at the mechanic’s. They had just taken my car to do some horribly expensive work when my cell phone rang. It was a call from Tippi, the librarian at another branch. The conversation went something like this.
Me: Hello?
Tippi (in a massively snooty British accent): HAAALOE dear. This is Tippi calling from *******. Listen. One of our Aides has fallen ill with the flu. Can you assist?
Me: Sure!
Tippi: FABULOUS.
Me: What time do you need me?
Tippi: Approximately 40 minutes.
Me: Oh no. I am so sorry. See, they just took in my car - I’m at the mechanics - and I think it’ll be about and hour and a half. Could I come later?
Tippi: (LONG silence)
Me: (About to say “Hello?”)
Tippi: Well, I don’t suppose we’ll be needing your services today.
(Wait. Was I turning HER down or was she turning ME down?)
Me: Um...
Tippi: I will ring someone else on the list then. Cheers.
Me: Bye?
That was that. Later at work I told another Aide what happened. He responded with “YOU SAID NO TO TIPPI?!” Then every sentence afterward was punctuated with “I can’t believe you said no to Tippi” or “Tippi doesn’t like “no” for an answer” or something equally bizarre. Before I could run screaming from the library I learned Tippi was the supervisor over all the substitutes, and if you say no when Tippi herself calls, it’s not likely she’ll call again.
D’oh.
It’s okay though because I found a good job later which I still have...and like. Imagine that.
Also, Tippi freaked me out so I’m glad I said no. ;-P
On a side note, I went to the restroom at Dick’s Sporting Goods at The Gateway (can you BELIEVE it’s called THAT??!!) and instead of opening the door out to the hall I opened the door to the utility closet. Who left that door unlocked?! Seriously!! They were both the same color and right across from each other!
The Public Restroom Bandit strikes again.
-P :-)
For a time I worked at Salt Lake City Public Library in the Main branch (awesome place). While doing so, I was on the “Substitute List” as a Library Aide (putting away books and giving tours of the building). If another branch needed extra help that day, they could call me and give me some extra hours.
Well, one day I was sitting at the mechanic’s. They had just taken my car to do some horribly expensive work when my cell phone rang. It was a call from Tippi, the librarian at another branch. The conversation went something like this.
Me: Hello?
Tippi (in a massively snooty British accent): HAAALOE dear. This is Tippi calling from *******. Listen. One of our Aides has fallen ill with the flu. Can you assist?
Me: Sure!
Tippi: FABULOUS.
Me: What time do you need me?
Tippi: Approximately 40 minutes.
Me: Oh no. I am so sorry. See, they just took in my car - I’m at the mechanics - and I think it’ll be about and hour and a half. Could I come later?
Tippi: (LONG silence)
Me: (About to say “Hello?”)
Tippi: Well, I don’t suppose we’ll be needing your services today.
(Wait. Was I turning HER down or was she turning ME down?)
Me: Um...
Tippi: I will ring someone else on the list then. Cheers.
Me: Bye?
That was that. Later at work I told another Aide what happened. He responded with “YOU SAID NO TO TIPPI?!” Then every sentence afterward was punctuated with “I can’t believe you said no to Tippi” or “Tippi doesn’t like “no” for an answer” or something equally bizarre. Before I could run screaming from the library I learned Tippi was the supervisor over all the substitutes, and if you say no when Tippi herself calls, it’s not likely she’ll call again.
D’oh.
It’s okay though because I found a good job later which I still have...and like. Imagine that.
Also, Tippi freaked me out so I’m glad I said no. ;-P
On a side note, I went to the restroom at Dick’s Sporting Goods at The Gateway (can you BELIEVE it’s called THAT??!!) and instead of opening the door out to the hall I opened the door to the utility closet. Who left that door unlocked?! Seriously!! They were both the same color and right across from each other!
The Public Restroom Bandit strikes again.
-P :-)