Jeremiah

Why must Emerson’s security staff be asses? Is it that they are bored of making $$$ an hour to do nothing but sit and read magazines at desks throughout campus? Is it that their skill set is limited to swiping student identification cards after 6 PM? Is it that they are embittered as they watch a bunch of rich white kids get a college education that they lack?

The incompetency that started this story was the loss of the EVVY office key. I am putting the final preparations on New Media Night and some intelligent being loses the only key to the office. I have $6 in my bank account. I cannot afford to be making all of the calls necessary on my cell phone. Calls should be made from the EVVY office. Forunately, my phone access code works anywhere in campus, but I did not know where an on-campus phone was located outside of the EVVY office. So I ask the security guard in the Little Building. He tells me that there are two upstairs but I cannot go upstairs because I am not a student. His keen judgement helped him make this observation. Apparently I pay thousands of dollars to not be a student. He smugly demands that I show him my student identification card when I tell him that I am student. I could have just walked up the staircase. It would have taken him a good thirty seconds to get from behind his security desk and catch me, not that he would be motivated enough to actually chase a potential security threat. Anyhoo, I make my calls in the echo chamber outside the dining hall.

But that was yesterday. This morning, I left my dorm 45-minutes early to make follow-up calls from the EVVY office. Surely the key would have been found by now. But as I get into the elevator, the elevator refuses to go to the 10th floor. I step out of the elevator, slightly bewildered, and ask the security guard why the 10th floor was not accessible. He immediately assumes that I am a terrorist. The expected demanding of my student identification card and close suspicious inspection ensues. He asks me what my business is wanting to be on the 10th floor. I tell him that I work for the EVVY Awards. He searches his list. I don’t see no EVVY Awards on my approved list, he refutes. Strange. I could have sworn they had an office on the 10th floor. Ass. I later find out that the 10th floor does not open until noon. How much more difficult would telling me this information have been instead of verbally frisking me?

On the bright side, I did confirm two more speakers and get official rejection from Adobe after my honors classes.

This entry was posted on Friday, March 26th, 2004 at 15:14 and is tagged life.