So, I was going through some old blog posts from way back when and was reminded of this jewel:
Are you serious?! No this is not a test (or a twisted rap song), the above is a direct quote from the female student aid in my office. The same chic that lost her bike and had to walk to work in the rain, only to discover 2 days later, that her bike had been parked by her dormitory (where she always locks it up) the whole time. I wish I could help her, I’m just not sure where to start.
Encounters like these, truly help me appreciate my upbringing. Once a person opens their mouth you can tell how they were raised. And most times their actions and reactions are a direct reflection of their parent’s child rearing or lack thereof. See, “Female Student Aid” says and does the most socially awkward things but she’s not dumb at all. After the bike incident (did I mention this happened more than once?) it was clear to me that she’s used to her parents, mainly her father, doing everything for her. She’s spoiled.
Now, you’re probably thinking “Girl, you got your nerve!” If you know me, you know that I am the Queen of Spoiled-ness. Just the other night, I seriously considered going to spend the night at my parent’s house after being attacked by a ninja spider and they (read: my dad) would’ve welcomed me with open arms, even though I’m far too old to be freaked out by a tiny 8 legged creature. But the difference between me and “Female Student Aid” is there were times growing up where my parents, mainly my mother, required me to figure things out for myself.
The best part about “Female Student Aid’s” bike saga is that before she found it, she’d determined that she just needed to call her dad and have him drive her around campus until she found it. Her parents live 2 hours away from campus. What’s funny is I can totally see myself calling home and making the same request. I can’t though, see myself losing the bike in the first place. We’ve all lost keys or a debit card, but a whole bike?! Who does that?! And she wasn’t even trippin’ about it… at all!
Back in the day, if I couldn’t find something I wasn’t allowed to just run to my parents and expect them to help me. My mom would say “Did you look here? What about there?” It was made clear early on that I was to exhaust all of my resources before seeking help. And because of that I catch on quickly, don’t ask the same questions repeatedly and most of my employers (past and present) believe I can walk on water. (2 finger snaps)
So what about you? Got any good office stories? Feel free to share in the comments below.