April 29th, 2006
|10:27 am - Dad: 1 Political Correctness: 0|
Up at the university, every department has at least one or two people (with maybe some student workers) who pretty much keep the department going. We usually refer to these people as "The Department Secretary." Over the years, of course, the actual job title (according to the State, who funds the job positions for the university) has changed periodically. The job description doesn't particularly change at all, but the title does. It's gone from "secretary" to "office manager" to "management assistant" to "administrative assistant" and several things that I've never been able to keep track of.
The other day, Dad walked into the math department office and gathered the three women together who hold these positions of organization and administration.
"I have a question for all of you," he began. "There's just one thing I need to know: what exactly ARE you?"
They looked at him a bit quizzically, but indulgently, since they know him pretty well. They must have known that there was a punchline in there somewhere.
"What do you mean?" one of them asked.
"Well," he said, "I mean, what are you? Are you secretaries? Are you administrative assistants? Something else? I just want to make sure I've got everything straight."
They laughed a bit. "I'm an administrative assistant," one informed him. "Yes, me too," said the other.
"I'm a student helper," offered the third.
"A student helper," Dad mused. "So, is that like a secretary?"
"Pretty much, yes," she agreed.
Dad thought that over for a minute.
"Happy Secretaries' Day," he said, and solemnly handed her a box of Toblerone chocolate.
I'd imagine the looks on the administrative assistants' faces were priceless.
Lest anyone feel too badly, or think that Dad is a meanie, after giving that a bit of time to sink in, he also handed out Toblerone to the other two. "Happy Administrative Assistants' Day," he said. "Sorry it's a day late."
Apparently, there is now an Administrative Assistants' Day as well as a Secretaries' Day.
This is one of those things that Dad told me, and I was like, "Oh, THAT's going in the blog."
|Date:||April 29th, 2006 06:11 pm (UTC)|| |
If I'm my own secretary, should I have gotten myself a present...?
You mean you didn't?
Geez, what kind of a lousy boss are you? I think you should give yourself a good kick in the pants and demand a raise. And if you won't give you a raise, I say you go on strike until you recognize your value. And if you don't like it, then you'll just find out how long you can go without your secretarial skills.
That'll larn ya.
hahahaha there should be a movie about your family. or at least a reality tv show.