Anyway, today's tale is a fun little story from working at the Undergraduate Writing Center at UT. I loved that job, and was heartbroken at the end of the semester when I had to stop working there. Three mornings a week last semester, I worked the front desk, so I checked people in, assigned them a consultant, handled the occasional grievance, answered the phone, and other front desk-y things. I never did this alone, of course; two people work the desk at the same time, and two days a week my desk partner was a nice young man who, in a stroke of originality, I'm going to call Nice Young Man.
Nice Young Man is very reserved and pretty quiet, and I think I probably made him crazy with my incessant yapping all semester long. I can't blame him if he was glad to be rid of me after having to be the silent side of a one-sided conversation for three hours twice a week. But, part of his being really reserved is that he doesn't like confrontation (who does??), so whenever our job required being mean, he would ask me to do it.
|Angry Su. This isn't quite how I glare|
at my coworkers, but it's close.
So, there you have it. Nice Young Man managed to turn Talkative Su into Bossy Su, although to be fair, I didn't have that far to go.
Do you ever get to be bossy? Is it entertaining for you? Or are you the nice one who sits quietly and lets the other people do the bossing?