“Oh, my giddy aunt!”
Good. Bleeding. Grief.
We are in that inverted paradox that exists on university campuses, the storm before the quiet. The term just ended and people are scattering like insects, and I am kept busy because lots of them need paperwork done for bar exams, licensing boards, visas, internships, and jobs. Soon they will all be gone and silence will descend until Fall term – disturbed only by the occasional conference and the heathen invaders those entail.
The great trouble with this need for paperwork, is the propensity people have to leave it all to the last minute. For example, we have designated times for fingerprinting. And yet, invariably at this time of year, at 2 o’clock when the sign says we should be done, four or five people fall through the door panting and beg us to make an exception and fingerprint them just this once. And I inevitably do. Because I am a nice person, damn it.
But there are some days that this high-minded benevolence mixes with irritation, today was one of them.
This poor girl came in and we spent nearly an hour trying to help her out. The trouble was that it was awfully difficult to help her, because she’d made a right mess of her job application. First of all she hadn’t filled out any of the paperwork that needed to be done before I could take her prints, then it transpired that she needed traditional ink fingerprints and not digitally taken ones so I had to beg an officer for help, and then she discovered that she still didn’t have all of the things she needed to send off with said fingerprints anyway! It turns out she hadn’t actually read through her hiring packet – which, if my job depended on it, I think I would have taken the time to do.
Emotionally stunted, useless lump that I am, I patted her arm awkwardly and promised to do my best to help her as she sobbed all over my counter, but inwardly I shook a schoolmarm-ish finger at her. “And what did we learn from this, my girl?”