And again...
May. 7th, 2007 05:36 pmIt was a free-dress day at my work today, which doesn’t usually signify much beyond the fact that the students tend to get a little silly when they’re not in uniform.
Or so I thought.
Apparently, free-dress days increase the likelihood of my being mistaken for a student. I hadn’t realised this previously, as free-dress days are usually held on Fridays when I’m safely at home, sleeping in and looking forward to my three-day weekend.
It happened thusly: I was on my way over to the staffroom when a teacher came out of another door and effectively blocked my ingress.
“Who are you after?” she asked me.
This resulted in what I'm sure was an amusingly baffled and bewildered expression on my behalf as I vainly searched for a plausible answer to such a bizarre question. Meanwhile, I was wondering things along the lines of: We’re being interrogated before we’re allowed to enter the staffroom now?
The expression must have confused her a bit, for she went on to ask if I were a student. Or a student teacher?
“Um, I work in the library.” And have done for the last one and a half years...
At which point, she came over all embarrassed and finally allowed me to enter the staffroom.
Needless to say, it amused me greatly. Nothing like a little unexpected flattery to make you feel better.
At least, I think it’s flattery...
Or so I thought.
Apparently, free-dress days increase the likelihood of my being mistaken for a student. I hadn’t realised this previously, as free-dress days are usually held on Fridays when I’m safely at home, sleeping in and looking forward to my three-day weekend.
It happened thusly: I was on my way over to the staffroom when a teacher came out of another door and effectively blocked my ingress.
“Who are you after?” she asked me.
This resulted in what I'm sure was an amusingly baffled and bewildered expression on my behalf as I vainly searched for a plausible answer to such a bizarre question. Meanwhile, I was wondering things along the lines of: We’re being interrogated before we’re allowed to enter the staffroom now?
The expression must have confused her a bit, for she went on to ask if I were a student. Or a student teacher?
“Um, I work in the library.” And have done for the last one and a half years...
At which point, she came over all embarrassed and finally allowed me to enter the staffroom.
Needless to say, it amused me greatly. Nothing like a little unexpected flattery to make you feel better.
At least, I think it’s flattery...
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on 2007-05-07 07:43 am (UTC)THink of the mischief that sort of public view affords :D (says the girl who looks 16 :D)
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on 2007-05-07 07:45 am (UTC)O stuff and bother....
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on 2007-05-07 09:04 am (UTC)See now, I can see that happening :P
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on 2007-05-07 09:58 am (UTC)*salutes and obeys*
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on 2007-05-07 12:41 pm (UTC)I got carded on my 30th birthday... made me smile! :)
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on 2007-05-07 09:19 pm (UTC)That was a nice birthday present! :D
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on 2007-05-07 09:26 pm (UTC)I actually work in the junior school library in a secondary college - so that's years seven, eight and nine. Apparently, I don't even look like a senior student. :| Or maybe this teacher just needs to get her eyes checked.
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on 2007-05-07 08:33 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-05-07 09:24 pm (UTC)...
on 2007-05-09 11:21 am (UTC)Try walking to the front office to pick up your little brother (who is turning 18 today) from school and have a teacher stop to fuss at you for skipping class.
She was quite annoyed when I kept walking past her to the front office. Her mouth opens and begins to yell at me about detention! Imagine her chagrin when the secretary knows me by name and knows I'm a legal guardian with poa over my brother on occasion.
Ah life it rough when you look 16.
Later Gator!
Ally
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