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On my drive downtown to school this morning I happened upon a car with a bumper sticker that contained so much awesomeness I had to snap a photo.
*This photo was taken with my new Palm One Treo. 
The less important sticker on the left made some grand statement about how we should not give up on New Orleans and build more levees. Sure, will do. It is the black one on the right that is superb.
MY GAMER JUST FRAGGED YOUR HONOR STUDENT.
Now that’s a proud mom! Not only does she accept and embrace the fact that her child is a gamer, she even took the time to learn some l33t speak to proclaim it to the world! For those of you who don’t know…
Frag – 1. Kill. E.g. “I fragged his face,” “I had like 30 frags.” 2. Fragmentation, as in “frag grenade.”
If I were her child I might have to say, “thx mom. it rawks that u let ppl no i pwn n00bs on mp pvp servers. rofl! ftw, mom, ftw.”
*The story you are about to read is based on actual events. Names have been altered to protect the innocent.
Friday, October 26, 2007 – 11:50 p.m.
Somewhere in Downtown Indianapolis…
After an enjoyable evening supporting a local movie producer/friend’s movie premier and throwing back a few beers at the local Scottish pub, my two friends, Josephine and Edna, and I decided to call it a night. We all piled in my car and made our way to Edna’s house, as she was the first one to be dropped off. Almost as an afterthought Edna asks if Josephine and I might be able to stick around for a few minutes while she walks her dog, Rufus. We naturally agree. Edna lives downtown, and since it is nearly midnight we are happy to escort her in the interest of friendship and safety.
Edna walks up to the front door of her very trendy tri-plex and inserts the key. She goes to push the door open but is stopped by the “burglar latch” (you know those latches infamous on the interior of hotel room doors?). Immediately thereafter, Edna’s security alarm, since it could not be turned off as we were not in the house, began to sing a sirens song loudly into the night. Josephine and I look to one another in an understood “uh, oh” while Edna, in her infinite cool-headed-ness, says “well, that’s not good.” Meanwhile, Rufus, a very cute dog that Edna recently rescued from the humane society, begins to freak out a little.
Josephine and I commence a perimeter check. As Edna’s house is a tri-plex (new term I invented to describe a HUGE downtown home that is divided into three houses) there is only one entrance (which is currently out of commission with the burglar latch). The porch offers a window option but it is a really, really big picture window. The only way to open it is to break it, and that is just no good. Around the side of the house the kitchen window is a possible option except it is locked (way to go on the security Edna) and it is about 10 feet off the ground…so it’s also a no go.
Edna is now on the phone with the security company, who have called to see if there is a problem. She goes through the chain of command (repeating the same information like name, security password, date of birth, blood type, etc.) not less than three times. Finally, after telling them her rescue dog very well may die from a heart attack if they do not turn the alarm off straight away the company complies and we are afforded some silence to consider our situation.
After the perimeter check, and while Edna was still on the phone repeating information to the security people, Josephine and I decide we should call a locksmith. Whipping out our respective Palm One Treo’s Josephine consults Google and I dial 411. I win and get a very enthusiastic man (*drips sarcasm) at the AAA Locksmith who is “ready to help.”
I convey our predicament to Mr. Locksmith receptionist to which he replies, “when do you want someone to come?” I repeat the story again. “We have a burglar latch that has been flipped over. You know, a really thick metal bar the dog must have moved in his excitement. No other entries into the home.” Again, he says “when do you want someone to come?” This is where I begin to think, to myself of course, “Sir, I realize your job stinks a little. It’s Friday night, well Saturday now, and you are answering phones at a locksmith. But I don’t think you understand the issue. Do your technicians come equipped with laser vision whereby they can simply melt the lock away? And, more importantly, what I want from you is some advice. If your people are just going to come and break the glass on the front door to open the lock, maybe we will save the $75 fee you charge, break the window ourselves, and then apply the money we saved tomorrow at Lowes when we buy a new pane of glass.” All of this was lost on him. I gave up and handed the phone to Edna…she’s good with this sort of a thing.
Meanwhile, I noticed at some point during my conversation with Mr. Exciting that Josephine had picked up the garden hose on the porch and she was now pressed up really tightly against the front door. Hmmm. With Edna now handling the locksmith situation I went up to see what Josephine was doing.
Taking the garden hose and sticking it in the mailbox slot on the front door, Josephine was attempting to flip over the latch with the hose. Just in case you are wondering, this does look as hysterical as it sounds. By the time I get up near her she turns and says, “I think I got it but I can’t see to make sure.” There is a window on the front door. It’s a high window and Edna has some venetian blinds covering it so I couldn’t see to confirm Josephine’s suspicion. I then had an idea. “Josephine, could you maybe stick the hose up and then push back the blinds so I can see?” She complies (again, just imagine a garden hose seemingly moving itself inside your good friends front door window and holding back some blinds). Alas, I am too short to see the lock…so is Josephine.
At this point Edna has tired of the locksmith and hangs up on him. She came over to the front door (so now we are all pressed up against it) and looked to see if Josephine and the garden hose was indeed successful. Sadly, her 2-3 inches in height did not add enough because she couldn’t see the lock either. Our only option was to tempt fate and try to open the door again – accepting the fact that the alarm may go off again causing Rufus to flip out for the second time in 15 min.
Deep breath. Doorknob turned. Pushing in slowly. And, WE WERE IN!! Well done Josephine. The dog is happy to see us and he did not die from a heart attack. Edna is relieved to be in her house. Josephine’s wrist is a little sore after having been in a mailbox slot for about 5 min. I amused by the entire situation and can’t wait to blog about it.
Moral of the story: Burgling your best friends house can be wildly entertaining and a fun weekend activity. Mailbox slots are uber useful and should be on all front doors. Burglar latches are excellent at preventing entry into homes. Always ask your friends to wait around until you are in the house (imagine if Josephine and I had left Edna to deal with this on her own-some). Lastly, garden hoses are useful in more ways than one imagine.
The title says it all. Normally my teeny blog gets 2-6 hits a day. Mostly my close friends who bumble about the Internet. I think a big day would maybe afford 15 visitors. Well, with my last post (regarding Lucy and her Chicago concert), that all changed.
Over 1,000% increase!
Wow. Now, I used to work as a data analyst (before I began the law school thing), so I know a bit about numbers and trends. It does not, however, take an analyst to notice this is a HUGE deal. The Lucy Lawless/Xena fan-base is an Internet force!
This leads me to what I believe is the next logical question: (ahem. *clears throat)
Can we have a Xena movie now please? Pretty please?
If this random law student in Indiana can have the BIGGEST day in her blog’s history simply by mentioning Lucy’s name in the title (as you’ll notice I did again in a feeble attempt to garner the attention of those with the power) is it not obvious that a movie would do well? I’ll buy a movie ticket. I’ll buy a DVD. I would even tune into the appropriate channel on the debut night to bump up those ole’ Nielsen Ratings (foregoing my DVR, which I love). I reckon the heaps of folks who read my blog over the past few days would do the same.
Just a thought. Hint, hint. Nudge, nudge.
A few weeks ago I got to see Lucy Lawless in concert in Chicago. I know, I know. You are probably thinking in your mind what all the folks I told thought out loud… “Xena? The warrior princess? She sings?” After a “yes x 3″ I gave them a look that conveyed, “Obviously you did not watch Celebrity Duets last fall, nor have you seen seasons 1, 3, or 5 of Xena, but whatever. We can still be friends.”
The rather confusing on-line ticket ordering system through Creation Entertainment went off line a week before the show (troublesome for late-planning law students like myself who do not schedule too far in advance). Accepting the gamble of maybe getting tickets at the door I found myself in Chicago in unseasonably warm weather (the very same warm weather that canceled the Chicago Marathon the next day).
Arriving at the venue, Buddy Guy’s Lounge, I found a very long line of Xena fans and convention goers (also taking place that weekend) patiently waiting to enter the venue. Near the back of the line, wondering if tickets were still available, I got to listen to some very interesting conversation regarding the complexities of the Ares/Xena relationship in the series and had my photo taken by Steven Sears, one of the writers on Xena. Mr. Sears was wandering around the line taking photos of people and when asked who he was he replied with a chuckle, “oh just a photo nut!”
**This is where I must pause and again say how much fun it would be to work on Sci-Fi/Fantasy TV. Writers and performers super supportive of each others work, happily chatting with fans and snapping pic’s all the while sporting a fetching Indiana Jones hat. It is so fantastic! They make me want to ask a question I rarely feel moved to ask: how do you get to do what you do? Your job is so cool!**
After getting my ticket (without any trouble), and learning the very intricate rules of Buddy Guy Lounge audience formation (which mostly involved a large man yelling, “Stay within the lines!” every now and again…yes, the lines were painted on the floor) I really enjoyed the show.
In a cabaret style Debbie Reynolds would have been proud of, Lucy put on a great show for the 200-ish audience members. Complete with costume changes. My concert companion mentioned that the second outfit resembled a lampshade (lots of fringe etc.). Though initially moved to agree, I think the little number was fabulous and more reminiscent of Cher’s Bob Mackie gowns than a light covering. I’m sure the jury is still out on that one…but you be the judge. See below.
My favorite numbers were “Delta Dawn” (were Lucy said she was going to take us to “chech”…that’s “church” with a New Zealand accent) and “People Got to be Free” (I really enjoyed the shout out to “lyre, lyre”). It was also really cool to see Joseph LoDuca (composer for Xena, Hercules, and the Evil Dead films) as the lead guitarist and band leader.
The show was a lot of fun. The audience was having a great time, and so was Lucy. It was definitely worth the trip up to Chicago. Those who know me know that I love a good story. How much fun is it to answer “What did you do this weekend?” with “Oh, I went to see Lucy Lawless in concert.” And now we’ve come full circle, because they all asked the same questions. Yes x 3: (1) Xena (2) the warrior princess (3) sings.
Oh, and if anyone knows: who is Chuy Vasquez? Clever alias? or, am I totally missing some pop culture reference?
My cat, Ruth is a little overweight. Not too much, but a little. She clocks in around 11 lbs. when her best weight would be, say 7. Though she carries it well, in the interest of her heath I thought it best to step in as a concerned cat owner.
The journey to better health began with some “busy balls”, cat nip, and a rubber band (who somehow became Ruth’s arch enemy). These all helped to give Ruth a little exercise. Always a good place to start on the road to more healthy lifestyle. It was not until the introduction of the diet food that Ruth put her paw down.
Imagine being unable to communicate with anyone using speech. How do you convey to your master/overlord that you are not enjoying your food anymore? To Ruth the answer was easy: systematically remove diet food from the bowl.
You see, we had to ease down the diet food path by mixing it in with her regular food. Not being a fan of the new diet food, Ruth began eating all of her regular food and then placing some of the diet pebbles outside of her bowl. This is her communicating to me that the diet food is just not desirable.
Though I understand her message, as I read it loud and clear, I simply cannot acquiesce to her request. The road to health is not easy but she will walk it. Admittedly, I am a little nervous of what she will do next when all of her regular food is gone and she is left with only the diet food. Do I have a little furry Gandhi? We’ll see…we shall see.
Today my International Criminal Law class had a guest lecturer. The speaker, who will be teaching four more of my classes, was Major Michael Mori (US Marines). Major Mori looks suprisingly young for his 42 years and was a very engaging speaker.
Humanitarian Law was the topic. In case you are not familiar with the term, Humanitarian Law is basically the politically correct umbrella for all things falling under the Rules of War. As you can imagine the topic is very interesting and the source of much debate. Major Mori was the perfect person to lecture on the subject as he has worked at Guantanamo Bay and is most noted for being David Hicks’ defense attorney.
David Hicks was a big blemish on the Americans Guantanamo track record. It was a bit unclear as to why Hicks was being held…was he a POW? Was he a civilian? If he was just a civilian why was he not extradited to his home country, Australia? As an American defending Hicks, Major Mori caught a lot of heat. In my opinion, for DOING HIS JOB. Which was, of course, to defend his client. He is an attorney after all, JAG or not.
Ah, well. David is safely back in the land down under finishing the final year of his eight year sentence in an Australian prison, and Major Mori will be joining us for a few more classes. I look forward to hearing more of what he has to say. For a military man he has an incredibly refreshing, critical, and real view of Americas actions in the Iraq conflict and handling of POW’s at Guantanamo.
Did I mention he got his J.D. from WNEC!!! How crazy is that?!?! We had a moment over Art Leavens.
I feel as if I am bidding farewell to an old friend today. “The Rough Guide to Egypt” has been, perhaps, the most useful book I have ever owned. I found the information contained in its well researched pages to be spot on. Dining suggestions were great, the historical info was helpful, the maps accurate, prices were current, really you couldn’t ask for more in a guidebook.
My Rough Guild lived well here in Egypt. It served its purpose and is now somewhere at the bottom of my suitcase. Now my bag containes the Lonley Planet Guides to Greece and Athens. We’ll see if they can come close to greatness of the Rough Guide. Big shoes to fill there, big shoes indeed.
I feel that I have been living by guidebook for so long, telling me where to eat, sleep, and what to do for two months now, that I will require a Rough Guide to the USA when I get home. How else where I know where to eat and what is meant by all the crazy American culture? Ah well, my bookself at home will have a nice edition when I get back. The Rough Guide to Egypt can cozy on up next to the Rough Guide to Kenya where they can talk about their greatness and collect dust.
My time in Egypt is almost at an end. I leave in four days to head over to Athens. The finality of my time left here in Cairo seems an appropriate time to think about my experiences here. As with most things dealing with pros and cons, a top 10 list seemed appropriate.
The TOP 10 Things I WILL NOT Miss about Cairo
10. Solicitation. This frequent occurence grates on my nerves in the worst way. Walking down the street, touring monuments, and even eating dinner will afford a few people who want to sell you something or another. It get’s old. I think I have said, “La, Shukran” (no thank you in Arabic) more than any other phrase I have ever used before.
9. The sidewalks. Walking around Cairo is an adventure. Pot-holes here are HUGE!! They along with cars parked on the sidewalks, steps, and curbs that are at least 15 inches tall everywhere (this is I have come to believe is used to keep the cars actually on the road, sort of like the blow-up things they put in bowling alley lanes for children so the ball never goes in the gutter) make walking interesting to say the very least. I told my friends that I felt walking around Cairo was like negotiating an obstacle course…I kept waiting for the giant mushrooms to come out that I would have to jump over/on (this joke only applies to those who have ever played Mario Bros. on Nintendo).
8. Traffic. The traffic in Kenya was bad…Cairo traffic is worse. In Cairo they have the benefit of fairly decent roads (due to their economy and weather with little or no variation). The drivers take advantage of these roads to drive like insane people!! I have actually come to not mind this so much. I no longer fear accidents or death…I just enjoy the ride. The traffic also lends itself to adding an interesting variation to walking around Cairo as crossing the street is often as interesting as a high level game of Frogger. I admit that I am a little nervous that these bad habits I have observed will influence my driving when I get home. Let’s hope not.
7. Baksheesh. (Bribe in Arabic.) Basically everyone in Egypt can be bought. Police will accept a bribe to show you a closed tomb. Cab drivers expect it. Bathroom attendants want it. I’m done with it. No more baksheesh from this lady.
6. Bargaining. I hate bargaining. Enough said.
5. Western women stereotypes. Nearly all Egyptian men think western women are whores. I don’t exaggerate this point at all. They don’t just think the women are slutty….they think they are prostitutes. This notion is largely from American cinema and then fueled by the scantly clad women tourists who visit the country. It will be nice to head to a country (Greece first and then America) where tank tops, white skin, and showing off ones knees do not equal being a whore.
4. Flushing toilet paper. It’s a simple as it sounds. The Egyptian septic system can’t handle toilet paper so it is thrown in a trash can beside the loo. Won’t miss this at all.
3. Islamic Society. I have learned so much from living in a muslim culture, yet I will be very happy to return to a secular society where religion takes, at least somewhat of a backseat to the functions of society. You may not have known this but Egypt actually has it written in the Constitution that polytheism and atheism are illegal. Can you believe it? I was incredibly frustrated with Egyptian society one night, and began a Stella (Egyptian beer) induced rant about how I was converting to polytheism and adhereing to the Olympian order. Oppression really makes me want to rock the boat! Of course add frustration with a foreign culture, a couple of beers, 110 degree heat, and maybe you too would want to change religions to make a statement. I have since calmed down.
2. The pollution. Living in a city of 20 million people is bad for my asthma. My lungs hate me.
1. Solicitation from Egyptian men manifesting itself often as kissy noises and crude Arabic slurs. I HATE this about Egypt. A woman can’t walk anywhere in this country without being objectified in terrible ways. Until my ipod finally died (RIP Dex) I would walk around the streets when I was alone with my sunglasses on and my ipod in so I would not hear the taunting. After Dex broke I had the opportunity to practice my glare and got to shout “la’ah” (hell no) or “harram” (forbidden) at my offenders in Arabic. You grow a little callous to it, sure, but wow is it ever annoying! What is even more annoying is that this does not happen when you walk with men. Because women are men’s property you know!! Aaahhhh!!! Before I leave I am ordering Egypt a sexual revolution. Stat.
10 Things I WILL Miss About Cairo
10. The prices. Egypt is a cheap country to live in, can’t beat that.
9. History. I love ancient history. Being surrounded by the pyramids and easy access to history I have only seen in books so far is incredible. America is a young country. We restore buildings to how they looked “over fifty years ago” (all the Eddie Izzard fans will love that). Life here is much older: you can feel it, you can see it.
8. Kushari. One of Egypt’s finest contributions to cuisine. A delicate combination of rice, pasta, lentils, dried onions, chickpeas, and tomato sauce that is AMAZING. Kushari joints are little hole in the wall restaurants where all you can order is kushari in small, medium, or large. A small kushari and a bottle of water for lunch cost about 5 Egyptian pounds or $0.90. Can’t beat that!
7. Teaching English in Giza. I hope to blog about this experience in greater depth later, but while I was here I worked with a refugee program and taught English to Iraqi refugees and Christian evacuees from Upper Egypt twice a week. Each trip out to Giza took about an hour via microbus and trekking through slums, but the journeys were all worth it. My students where so warm and kind they absolutely made my day each time I saw them. It was the hi-light of my week for five weeks.
6. Sheesha. This is an Egyptian past time that I love! Sheesha, or hooka, is flavored tobacco smoked through a water pipe. The streets of Cairo are lined with sheesha bars that help fill Cairo with some wonderful smells. I would often sit in these sheesha joints until all hours of the morning spending time with my friends. Bars are not how people spend time together here as Muslims do not drink alcohol, sheesha is their vice and it’s a good one.
5. Turkish Coffee. Lots and lots of Turkish coffee.
4. The poverty. I know this may seem like a strange thing to miss but for me it is a great learning experience each and every day. I have had a lot of time to think here in Cairo. Mostly I spend this time fretting about my life; student loans, career path, failed relationships, and the rest of life than can get me into a pretty yucky place if I let it. Here though, you can’t think too much about yourself. Society won’t let you. It’s hard to think that your life is hard when you pass mothers with month old babies and old women in the streets who try and sell packets of tissue to make enough money to eat. There are also throngs of street children, mostly boys, who have been kicked out of their homes (mostly because once boys hit the age of 13 they can’t be alone with women according to Islamic law, and since most of their families live in one room homes the boys are left to their own devices) and left to beg on the street. About 30% of them die within one year. All of a sudden my life looks easy. I hope to bottle this feeling and carry it with me wherever I go.
3. Fruit juice. Pulp lovers would be so at home here in Egypt. All of their fruit juices are basically blended versions of the fruit. Strawberry and Mango are my favorite, you can bet money that I am going to drink as many as I can in the next four days!
2. Public Transport. I love my Jeep but give me a metro and bus system and I don’t think I would ever drive.
1. My friends. I have met some of the most amazing human beings here in Cairo. They come from all over the globe: Australia, Lebanon, Switzerland, England, and the US. I will miss them all terribly when I leave. They made my trip here a wonderful experience and I am deeply grateful.
I suppose those lists don’t sum it all up, but it comes pretty close. I really did love Egypt. I would never want to live here full time, but I got to see a side of the country most tourists never see. Though, I am happy to be returning home and will never be more excited to see a Starbucks venti soy latte, I will miss it here. I learned so much. I felt so much. I even ended up with a copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows on the day of its release. You can’t ask for more than that.
Always having believed myself to be a realist more than an idealist I had my hesitations about post-structural feminism. I thought, “why not work within the system we have to defeat it from the inside?” Feminist ninja’s out defeating gender discrimination wherever it may be found. How cunning to crumble a system from within the fortifications and foundations it was built upon? Following in this vein I was allied with feminist jurist, Katherine MacKinnon. “Toward a Feminist Theory of the State” seemed like a good idea. Take a societies laws, examine them closely, and overrule them wherever discrimination is found. It all seemed great…and then I took a walk outside the fish bowl.
Today in my course on Islamic Jurisprudence we began a short, yet profound, discussion as to why the Muslim feminist movement has not been successful. The first question was where did these women go to get their legal support for expanding the role of women. They went exactly where I would have gone: to the Qua’ran and the Sunna and engaged in the process of itjihad (deducting law from the sources). This makes perfect sense. If you wanted to change the practices and perceptions of women in your religion wouldn’t God’s voice carry the most weight? Apparently not.
In Sunni Islam (which is were my scope is currently limited) there are four primary schools of law. If you are not familiar with Islam then it may be best to think of these schools as divisions in the protestant Christian faith (Methodist, Baptist, Church of Christ, etc.). They all believe in the same thing, there is only one God, Allah, and Mohammad is his prophet, but they quibble on the small things like the appropriate way to pray. These four schools are the authorities in Islamic Law. For example, if I were praying in a Shafi’i Mosque with my arms down by my sides when everyone else is praying with their arms across their chests and someone came and asked me why I was praying differently I would have two answers. First, I could do what would seem to be the best course of action…you know, quote the Qua’ran or Sunna supporting my prayer practice. My interrogator would counter by offering more Qua’ran and Sunna supporting his side, and on and on we would bicker never reaching a conclusion. Secondly, I could simply say I am a Manaki and this is how we pray. The interrogator then throws up his hands says sorry and walks away. Why this distinction? Because the Manaki School has authority, my own interpretations of the Qua’ran do not.
Apply this to Muslim feminism and you have women thinkers interpreting the Qua’ran and Sunna for an theory (or fatwa) that has no authority. In order to have legal authority (you know, the kind that brings about change) interpretation must come from one of the four schools of law. Basically, you have to work within the system that is oppressing you, and has been for centuries, to try and find ways of bringing down the system from the inside. How incredibly ridiculous does that sound? I know, I thought so too. I can not believe I ever thought this would work for women’s rights in America!
Here is where I have to bid my farewell to Kitty MacKinnon and run over to Judith Butler’s camp pleading that I could not see the forest for the trees and asking to be accepted into the fold. Judy’s right. You can not achieve gender equality working within a system that oppresses one gender. Sure, tearing down a few walls inside the fortress will upset some and gain some ground, but nothing really gets any better until you decide the fortress was flawed to begin with, tear it down, and build another (hopefully learning from your mistakes).
Sorry it took so long, Judy. I know a few professor’s back at my alma matter who will be glad to know I finally saw the fishbowl!
I often am surprised at how annoyed I am by too much information. Not so much with news or current events…rather with goings-on I didn’t need to know about that do nothing but hinder my productivity.
For example, my office has a really great calendar management system. Attendance records can be added at any time for all staff (by them or any other staff member) that displays, on the desktop of every computer in the department, as a widget-like data screen. When completing attendance records in this system, one is allowed to choose from a variety of “Out of the Office” excuses: bereavement, sick, personal time, vacation, late, leaving early, etc. Staff members in my office are rock star quality good at all but one of those categories. …give up yet??? Late. Most of my co-workers have no idea how to use the “Late” calendar item. To some it is easier to send an email to the ENTIRE office proclaiming that some staff member has called in late.
There are many problems I find with this.
1. It would seem that sending an email to the ENTIRE office about a late arrival is the equivalent of an elementary playgrounds “nah-na-nah-na-boo-boo! You’re later than me, so I’m better than you” (*sticks tongue out) kind of a thing.
2. Email inboxes office wide become clogged from weeks and weeks of “late” arrivals.
3. Most people are only late 15 min, so the email seems a bit silly. The caller, henceforth called only The Late One, almost seems to be seeking attention. The Late One seems to find comfort in knowing that somewhere, someone is missing them and proclaiming it from the hilltops. It’s a total cry for attention.
4. Why are people calling if they are only 15 min late? We have a very responsible office, we all work overtime eventually…it’s silly to guilt the 15 min.
5. We don’t care if you are late. Really.
6. Why not use the awesome staff calendar widget when someone is late as opposed to emailing the entire office? It’s really cool. It refreshes with updates, so if the person who is late is needed (assuming they did not happen to have manners and call the person they were late in meeting with) the person who needs them will automatically go the office calendar and check to see if they are late. (*sigh) It’s amazing when things work as they were designed to.
7. We really, really don’t care if someone departments away is late. Really.
8. We really don’t even care if someone IN our department is late.
9. Why are we calling the office secretary if we are late again? Stuck in traffic?…hmmm, don’t care. Overslept?…still not caring. Problems at daycare?…you have a kid?…and I don’t care. Flat tire, AAA’s comi (*finger on lips)ssssshhhhh…(*whisper) don’t care. It’s all okay. I don’t need to know.
Finally, the WORST thing that happens after the “So-and-so is late email”
10. The reply to the ENTIRE staff that reads “I’m here!”
This email was written by a frequently late staff member who generally assumes her co-workers don’t give a damn. Really.
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