The first week I arrived here I met my HOD (Head of
Department) as well as other key individuals in the Faculty (i.e. College). My
HOD had recently been promoted to his position and was getting ready to move
from his old office into his new HOD office.
During our first meeting he showed me his old/my new office. It was a disaster. There is a professor back in Texas who has
been there longer than I have been alive (true story). And I am quite confident he has never thrown
anything away during that time. When you
enter his office you have to stand because every chair has a mountain of papers
on it and you don’t want to risk throwing a wrench into his finely tuned filing
system. This is what my HOD’s old/my new
office looked like. But he told me not
to worry because he would have someone clean it out for me. “It should be ready by Monday.” I felt sorry
for “someone.”
The following week I arrived on campus, picked up my
office key and amazingly it was spotless.
There wasn’t a single thing in the room except for a desk. No stray pencil or paperclip. And no chair for me, or anyone else for that
matter, to sit in. I figured it must
have been an oversight, so I asked the HOD about the chair. He said he didn’t know what happened to
it. Keep in mind there are six chairs in
his new office. And he didn’t give me a
suggestion as to how to commandeer my own.
The HR manager seemed to be an immediate fan of mine as he had spent
some time in Texas. He told me when we
met that if there was anything I needed, anything at all, to come to him and he
would take care of it. So I went to him
asking for a chair. He had five chairs
in his office and a couch! But he could
not direct me where to find a chair for my office either. After playing this charade with the department
secretary, the Associate Dean and the security officer in the building (Block
245) I gave up.
I began brainstorming ideas for how to procure a
chair, thinking perhaps I would have to purchase one myself. But I quickly realized there were chairs (and
desks) in the corridors of my building which students would use during time
between classes. After careful
consideration I decided to make my move.
On Friday I took a chair, but it wasn’t an appropriate chair to use at a
desk or with a computer. Once I got it
down to my office I realized it was useful for students who were visiting, but
would make me a hunchback and was very uncomfortable to use for hours. Monday morning I found another chair in need
of a home (in my office). I realize this
is beginning to sound a lot like Goldilocks and the Three Bears because this
chair wasn’t right either. But hey! Now I could have two students in my office
at the same time and they wouldn’t have to stand, looming over me.
This morning I went on an extensive hunt and
eventually found a chair that was “just right.”
I was bringing it down the three flights of stairs to my office, I could
see the finish line and then… I got caught!
The faculty members in my building seldom show up in the morning. I am often the only person there until close
to 10am, so I had been making these early morning chair excursions
unnoticed. But apparently this morning
my Dean and all the other administrators in the college had an early morning
meeting.
There I was, red handed, holding this chair which I
knew I wasn’t supposed to have and there was nowhere to hide or stash the
chair. The Dean asked what I was doing,
and I explained my chair dilemma. (One
thing I should note is that all the chairs were broken. Apparently, when I chair is damaged they move
it out into the common areas and let the students use them. Sounds like a liability issue to me, but I’m
not in charge here.) I pointed out the chairs were broken, and that ultimately,
they were being used by students when they were in my office. But that it was very difficult for me to use
an office with a desk but no chair.
In the end he didn’t offer to give me a working
chair. Instead he said, “Well, ok. Just make sure you return it when you are
finished. And don’t hurt yourself.”
You Americans!! There's just no pleasing you guys!! I been at UB for 120 years and I ain't never had a chair, and you didn't hear me complain. Why can't you put your computer (it's a laptop because UB ain't going to waste a computer on the likes of you) on top of your filing cabinet and type that way. I did it ever since I got my first computer last week.
ReplyDeleteJust because you are from America, don't think can come in here and demand a chair!! I squatted in the dirt and wrote my entire dissertation long-hand using a burnt stick and a flat rock.
Besides, Mike and I don't even have electricity in our offices, and you don't hear us whining over it like little Assistant Professors.
Have a little patience. By the start of next term, or a little later, we'll get around to finding you a chair. Have you thought about cutting a stump to sit on?----- Just kidding.
HAHAHAHAHA! Best response EVER!
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ReplyDeleteJust Order This! (She's not just ANY American, she's KELLY PHELAN!)
Boy, after this adventure I am nominating you for President. Have you ever seriously considered public office?
ReplyDeleteOh wow Bryce, I like that. Oh, and my Mom thinks you have great taste and wants to become your new best friend.
ReplyDeleteHey Carol, HAHA! Thanks. You never know, President Phelan does have a nice ring to it. :)