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So. As stated previously, the department is moving next week. One of the great mysteries on campus has been who is getting our old space. Several different departments were contending for it, and all of them decided to drop on in at one point or another and demand that I drop everything to show them the space that they may or may not be getting (the Women's Center called first, so I'm less pissed at them). So we had a bunch of people coming through receiving the Grand Tour.
The Law School has been on the Grand Tour *six times now*. It is the same bitch every time, leading hordes of law school staff through the halls, demanding that offices and classrooms and every godsdamn thing be opened for her. Running into any office that happens to be open and loudly declaring what she's going to do with that space. Having her hordes congregate around my desk while I'm working, making "witty" comments at me.
She actually demanded a key, so she could show people around at will. I refused. No way in hell are we giving a master key to people's offices to this total stranger. However, this means that either my office manager or I have to follow her around closing doors, because, despite being told repeatedly that she must close doors when she's done showing the room, she doesn't do it.
We are moving *next week*. Why the hell can she not wait til a week from Thursday when we won't *be* here?
Gah.
I have just told my office manager that, since they are treating me like a monkey at the zoo, I'm going to act like one and start flinging things at them.
The Law School has been on the Grand Tour *six times now*. It is the same bitch every time, leading hordes of law school staff through the halls, demanding that offices and classrooms and every godsdamn thing be opened for her. Running into any office that happens to be open and loudly declaring what she's going to do with that space. Having her hordes congregate around my desk while I'm working, making "witty" comments at me.
She actually demanded a key, so she could show people around at will. I refused. No way in hell are we giving a master key to people's offices to this total stranger. However, this means that either my office manager or I have to follow her around closing doors, because, despite being told repeatedly that she must close doors when she's done showing the room, she doesn't do it.
We are moving *next week*. Why the hell can she not wait til a week from Thursday when we won't *be* here?
Gah.
I have just told my office manager that, since they are treating me like a monkey at the zoo, I'm going to act like one and start flinging things at them.
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"i love this show..."
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Flinging Poo
Especially if I get to fling poo at the Law School chickie...I'd get so much off my chest being allowed to do that.
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http://www.rubberbandguns.com/ (http://www.rubberbandguns.com/)
(canya tell I'm also a wee bit pissed this morning?)
cheers,
Phil
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i also want a replica 16th century doglock rubberband pistol to carry around at Faire and SCA events. =) there's a guy i know in Vancouver who makes them, plus other period replica rubberband guns (http://www.lydia.org/bandgun/) -- they're gorgeous.
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I told my boss we needed one of those gatlings for the exit desk. He said we could get it if it was the taser version. :)
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the Kendal bandguns are just awesome work; they're dead-on replicas. [well, except for the rubber bands. =)] he often offers them up as prizes at SCA events in the Northwest. he's a sweetie, too -- i met him a dog's age ago, when i first started playing in the SCA.
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What's wrong in your world this morning?
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Or you could try directing them to the welcome center and telling them to check on campus tour times for incoming departments. G,DaR...
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