trendymatt's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \"What are you rebelling against?\" \"What do you got?\" I'm having a tough time getting used to the fact that I can't spend seven hours a day wasting time online. Ugh. I suppose that's the price to pay for a "real" job. Of course, my weekends seem to be filling up rapidly lately as well. Because of this, I will share a quick funny anecdote from work yesterday. I was sent to L'ville to observe a high school health class for most of the day. I won't even get into the fact that I had to be on the road by 6:30 in the morning to be at the school in time for the 8:30 second period bell. I was not amused. So, I checked in at the front office and proceeded down the hall to the class when I heard a loud, booming voice yell out, "Young man, stop right there." Since I have been out of high school a little over six years, I figured he wasn't talking to me. Yet, when I continued on the voice got louder and a little more stern, "Young man, stop there right now." I turned around to find a rather portly gentleman wearing a shirt and tie. He came up to me and asked if I was familiar with the dress code, to which I replied that I was not. He asked me what grade I was in, to which I replied that I've graduated college already. He threatened to take me to detention, apparently because I probably looked like some kind of wise-ass. It turns out that this particular school requires its students to wear khaki pants, no jeans are allowed. Apparently the extremely flattering Express jeans I was wearing were considered contraband. The prospect of going back to my office later in the afternoon and explaining that I couldn't get the observation done because I was in detention excited me a bit, I must admit. But I decided to be mature about it instead, and explained my purpose for being there and that I already checked in to the office. Rather than apologize for his overreaction or simply send me on my merry way, the dude felt the need to escort me to the room and confirm with the teacher that I was supposed to be there. I felt like a was the delinquent child who can't be trusted with a pair of scissors. I think it's fabulous that I went through four and a half years of college only to be deemed a delinquent in high school. This is going to be a great job. 5:26 pm - 10.18.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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