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There is a party in front of my desk.
Let's take a minute to let that sink in.
There is a PARTY. In front of my DESK.
"Why,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shadesong," you ask, "Were you not aware that there was going to be a party in front of your desk?"
No. No, I was not.
So these people walk in about 20 minutes ago. And one of them says, "Which room is the party in?" And I say, "Whu?" And he says, "You know, the TATTO party." (That's not a typo, it's an acronym; branch of the grad school.) And I say, "Ummm... what party would that be?" And he says, "Well, it's supposed to be in a conference room up here; they said 'Just walk into the Math department, and it'll be right there!' So where's your conference room?" And I say, "Umm, we don't have a conference room..."
Long story short (too late!), it turns out that our Director of Graduate Studies told them that they could have a party in your hallway. In front of my desk. And that the work-study students would haul tables out of our seminar rooms to help these people set up, and hey, free beer for the department. The DGS told the other secretary. Who is not here at this time; who is at lunch. And no one thought to tell me - the only admin person who was scheduled to be here when these people showed up.
So. There is a party. In front of my desk.
I am finding this amusing, but only in the bitter, throwing up of hands way. The isn't-this-surreal way.
Yeah.
So. Free beer. Come on down, I'll vouch for you.
Let's take a minute to let that sink in.
There is a PARTY. In front of my DESK.
"Why,
shadesong," you ask, "Were you not aware that there was going to be a party in front of your desk?"No. No, I was not.
So these people walk in about 20 minutes ago. And one of them says, "Which room is the party in?" And I say, "Whu?" And he says, "You know, the TATTO party." (That's not a typo, it's an acronym; branch of the grad school.) And I say, "Ummm... what party would that be?" And he says, "Well, it's supposed to be in a conference room up here; they said 'Just walk into the Math department, and it'll be right there!' So where's your conference room?" And I say, "Umm, we don't have a conference room..."
Long story short (too late!), it turns out that our Director of Graduate Studies told them that they could have a party in your hallway. In front of my desk. And that the work-study students would haul tables out of our seminar rooms to help these people set up, and hey, free beer for the department. The DGS told the other secretary. Who is not here at this time; who is at lunch. And no one thought to tell me - the only admin person who was scheduled to be here when these people showed up.
So. There is a party. In front of my desk.
I am finding this amusing, but only in the bitter, throwing up of hands way. The isn't-this-surreal way.
Yeah.
So. Free beer. Come on down, I'll vouch for you.
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hee hee hee
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I thought we all got the "omniscience is a prerequisite for being admin" memo! ;p
Have fun! (or at least beer)
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