To build a fire...
I built a fire today. Then I ignited the fire with some gas and a magnifying glass. Let me explain, or rather, let me give you the evidence, then I will explain:
Ryan G.,
Please see Bill K. in regard to the informational packets you requested and to go over a few details of this ambitious undertaking (a lot of people are excited)! If you decided on something other than the blue and yellow handbooks that we discussed, please let Bill know about this and he can make some changes. Also, I'm not sure if this applies to you or not, but we need those no.2 pencils back from last semester's TA evals (sharpened if possible). Some got broken and others were sent back to the manufacturer for several very complicated reasons that you wouldn't understand.
Thanks,
R.P.
I put this in a mailbox, you see, to get the fire started. It's a response to a trick I perceived to be played against me (I am real paranoid, and really anything, including but not limited to smiling at me is perceived as a trick). This guy wrote me a message on the whiteboard I use during class. The message made me feel used, abused, distraught, and destroyed. Well, it at least was slightly distracting. Now , because he made a poor choice, he won't know what the fuck to do. There is indeed a guy named Bill K., but I left this up to Ryan as to who he should designate. The moral of the story is not, "don't fuck around with me," rather it's, "please fuck with me so I can spend a little of my valuable time amusing myself." Now, to cap this off, I should have put something in Bill K.'s mailbox that said, "Hi Bill, I need to come to talk to you about the informational pamphlets. I'll probably stop in later today or Monday, and I love your style and wife's ass-- Ryan" My suggestion for you is to also use the local mailbox system (at your place of employment) in this manner. Set up a few harmless, unfruitful meetings between individuals. To see the results ask this question, "Did you pick up your information from Bill yet? I did."
Ryan G.,
Please see Bill K. in regard to the informational packets you requested and to go over a few details of this ambitious undertaking (a lot of people are excited)! If you decided on something other than the blue and yellow handbooks that we discussed, please let Bill know about this and he can make some changes. Also, I'm not sure if this applies to you or not, but we need those no.2 pencils back from last semester's TA evals (sharpened if possible). Some got broken and others were sent back to the manufacturer for several very complicated reasons that you wouldn't understand.
Thanks,
R.P.
I put this in a mailbox, you see, to get the fire started. It's a response to a trick I perceived to be played against me (I am real paranoid, and really anything, including but not limited to smiling at me is perceived as a trick). This guy wrote me a message on the whiteboard I use during class. The message made me feel used, abused, distraught, and destroyed. Well, it at least was slightly distracting. Now , because he made a poor choice, he won't know what the fuck to do. There is indeed a guy named Bill K., but I left this up to Ryan as to who he should designate. The moral of the story is not, "don't fuck around with me," rather it's, "please fuck with me so I can spend a little of my valuable time amusing myself." Now, to cap this off, I should have put something in Bill K.'s mailbox that said, "Hi Bill, I need to come to talk to you about the informational pamphlets. I'll probably stop in later today or Monday, and I love your style and wife's ass-- Ryan" My suggestion for you is to also use the local mailbox system (at your place of employment) in this manner. Set up a few harmless, unfruitful meetings between individuals. To see the results ask this question, "Did you pick up your information from Bill yet? I did."
posted by fiestawizard at 11:21 AM
3 Comments:
Intrigue! Well, can't start a fire without a spark.
I would like to know the specifics of the whiteboard message left for you, out of curiousity. Of course, Ryan G is not obligated to talk to Bill K; only if he decides on something other than the blue and yellow handbooks, which sort of says to him, "Hey, I should probably just go with those handbooks, otherwise I have to waste my time by talking to Bill K." And of course, he'll just blow the pencil thing off (well, I would, anyway). No one wants to think that it's really their fault that the pencils got fucked up.
Is there really an "R.P."?
The message just said, "Tony, labor sucks, love, Ryan." He used to be co-president of the TAA. In the physics department, it's pretty important to have those pencils available at the drop of a dime, so please don't down play that aspect. You might blow that message off, but you also might never get paid. Is there and R.P? Who knows. Probably somewhere.
well, if it was "labor" with a small "L" then maybe he was just pullin' yer chain? but i do think the best part is that yes, there probably is an R.P., somewhere, or at least he's thought long and hard about it.
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