Ahhh and I thought I left all the crazies behind when I left my summer supermarket job in Rhode Island. Now I'm a receptionist for an academic department in a New York City college that I attend.
It's 9:00 in the morning; I'm sipping on my tea; and this lady, in her late-30s/early-40s comes to the desk.
SC: Hi where is the copy machine on this floor?
Me: Our copy machine is reserved for staff and faculty only. Are you a TA?
SC: Yes.
Me: (I don't recognize her but it's possible she could be new): Ok what is your name?
SC: Bla Bla
Me: Sorry you don't appear on my list. You're a TA with our department?
SC: No, I'm a TA with the Art and Public Policy department.
Me: Well I'm sorry you'll have to use the copy machines in your department.
SC: This is ridiculous! I need to make copies to advertise a protest we're having at the UN next week on the Darfur Crisis. This is a human rights issue!
Me: Mhm (totally chillaxing on my tea...not in the least bit moved by her little speech) I'm sorry there's nothing I can do. If you don't have a copy code the machines are locked. You need to use the copy machine in your department.
SC: But I'm taking a class on this floor right now and I want to hand these copies out in class. Can't you just give me your copy code?
Me: No.
SC: Can I use my professor's copy code?
Me: Your professor can use his allotted copies as he wishes. He can't give you his copy code, but he can make the copies for you.
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So the human rights lady goes to her professor and comes back with a note.
SC: OK, here is a note from the professor giving me permission to make copies.
Me: He needs to input his copy code into the machine himself and make the copies for you.
SC: He says he doesn't have a copy code!
Me: Well he should...what is his name?
SC: Professor So-and-So.
Me: Professor So-and-So does not work for this department. You must be taking an Art and Public Policy class. That department is borrowing space on our floor but he is not a Cinema Studies professor. Only Cinema Studies staff and faculty can use our machine.
SC: But this is for a protest for Darfur (bla bla bla...repeats rant).
Me: [thinking: I don't care if you're organizing a benefit concert to save deaf orphans from burning buildings]. Ma'am ...Ma'am...you cannot use our copy machines I'm sorry you need a passcode to unlock them, which are only given out to our faculty.
SC: But the Art and Public Policy lets anyone use their machines!
Me: Well this isn't the Art and Public Policy department.
SC: Ugh! I can't believe this bureaucracy! *stomps off*
It's 9:00 in the morning; I'm sipping on my tea; and this lady, in her late-30s/early-40s comes to the desk.
SC: Hi where is the copy machine on this floor?
Me: Our copy machine is reserved for staff and faculty only. Are you a TA?
SC: Yes.
Me: (I don't recognize her but it's possible she could be new): Ok what is your name?
SC: Bla Bla
Me: Sorry you don't appear on my list. You're a TA with our department?
SC: No, I'm a TA with the Art and Public Policy department.
Me: Well I'm sorry you'll have to use the copy machines in your department.
SC: This is ridiculous! I need to make copies to advertise a protest we're having at the UN next week on the Darfur Crisis. This is a human rights issue!
Me: Mhm (totally chillaxing on my tea...not in the least bit moved by her little speech) I'm sorry there's nothing I can do. If you don't have a copy code the machines are locked. You need to use the copy machine in your department.
SC: But I'm taking a class on this floor right now and I want to hand these copies out in class. Can't you just give me your copy code?
Me: No.
SC: Can I use my professor's copy code?
Me: Your professor can use his allotted copies as he wishes. He can't give you his copy code, but he can make the copies for you.
----
So the human rights lady goes to her professor and comes back with a note.
SC: OK, here is a note from the professor giving me permission to make copies.
Me: He needs to input his copy code into the machine himself and make the copies for you.
SC: He says he doesn't have a copy code!
Me: Well he should...what is his name?
SC: Professor So-and-So.
Me: Professor So-and-So does not work for this department. You must be taking an Art and Public Policy class. That department is borrowing space on our floor but he is not a Cinema Studies professor. Only Cinema Studies staff and faculty can use our machine.
SC: But this is for a protest for Darfur (bla bla bla...repeats rant).
Me: [thinking: I don't care if you're organizing a benefit concert to save deaf orphans from burning buildings]. Ma'am ...Ma'am...you cannot use our copy machines I'm sorry you need a passcode to unlock them, which are only given out to our faculty.
SC: But the Art and Public Policy lets anyone use their machines!
Me: Well this isn't the Art and Public Policy department.
SC: Ugh! I can't believe this bureaucracy! *stomps off*
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