kathryn
Cathlete
Often, our secretary gets asked questions about where some class is, often in another department from ours, with the students asking just saying something like "Do you know where Dr. X's class is" or "Do you know where History 1101 is meeting" (duh...no).
Yesterday, I had my own even-more-clueless question.
I was just unlocking my office door, when a student behind me said "Do you know where the workshop is?" I didn't know if she was addressing me (no "Excuse me" or other obvious ways of politely catching my attention), but I turned around anyway.
I asked her what workshop she and her friend were looking for, and she said "the one that's in this building." (Bear in mind, this is a building that's mostly classrooms and offices, three stories tall and taking up pretty much an entire block). Alrighty...
Still trying to help (which, as you will see, may be impossible with some people), I asked what kind of workshop it was. She answered "It's 30-minutes long" (You'd think I'd give up by now, wouldn't you? LOL!)
Then I tried to clarify (though you'd think "what kind of workshop is it" would be clear enough, wouldn't you?) by asking what the subject of the workshop was. The two girls looked at each other and both said "I don't know."
I finally sent them on their clueless way, suggesting they ask someone in the Speech office which was just a few doors down (can you say "passing the buck"? Should I go and apologize to the secretary? LOL!).
Oy vey! If this is any indication of what the next generation is, we're all in big trouble!
Yesterday, I had my own even-more-clueless question.
I was just unlocking my office door, when a student behind me said "Do you know where the workshop is?" I didn't know if she was addressing me (no "Excuse me" or other obvious ways of politely catching my attention), but I turned around anyway.
I asked her what workshop she and her friend were looking for, and she said "the one that's in this building." (Bear in mind, this is a building that's mostly classrooms and offices, three stories tall and taking up pretty much an entire block). Alrighty...
Still trying to help (which, as you will see, may be impossible with some people), I asked what kind of workshop it was. She answered "It's 30-minutes long" (You'd think I'd give up by now, wouldn't you? LOL!)
Then I tried to clarify (though you'd think "what kind of workshop is it" would be clear enough, wouldn't you?) by asking what the subject of the workshop was. The two girls looked at each other and both said "I don't know."
I finally sent them on their clueless way, suggesting they ask someone in the Speech office which was just a few doors down (can you say "passing the buck"? Should I go and apologize to the secretary? LOL!).
Oy vey! If this is any indication of what the next generation is, we're all in big trouble!
