And again...
May. 7th, 2007 05:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katiefooleryIt 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...