Hey! Your wife think I’m a godsend.

Yesterday morning I staggering into the Union at 6:55 after dragging my suitcase three blocks. Yes. I looked like a hobo. A very well dressed hobo who stops at Starbucks because like hell I’m dealing with 370 students and their parents without a skinny caramel macchiato, but a hobo nonetheless.

My boss arrived shortly afterwards, and she brought her husband! Who was going to help me put up the exhibit and room signs! Great! Except…kind of not. Because he was one of those weird old men who think it’s okay to insult you constantly as long as there’s a twinkle in their eye?

Because honestly, sir. I know I’m not spatially-oriented. I’m a history and Jewish studies major for a reason. And I really don’t need your snarkiness because my suggestion for the table arrangement would have worked just as well.

Also, it’s really not okay to a.) ask me why I didn’t bring my boyfriend to help, b.) inquire as to why when I replied that I was single just now, thanks very much are you sure the Gasthaus isn’t open yet? and c.) tell me the reason I’m single is that I walk too fast. Honestly. It’s 7:30 and I have a million more things to do and OF COURSE I’M WALKING QUICKLY I’M TRYING TO GET AWAY FROM YOU.


Whatever. I got thanked in the program, my thesis advisor pronounced my name the cool Polish way when he was introducing me (although I’d expect nothing less from a guy whose wife has a random “w” pronounced as a “v” in the middle of her name), and I got a ton of gossip about the department. Oh, and Hot Office Mat was there too.

It was a lovely day.


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