Thursday, January 12, 2006

I didn’t spend a hundred eleven billion million years* in evil grad school to be called “Ms.,” thank you very much

I’m trying to hire a part-time glassware washer, and an applicant called me today. He’s a college student, and called me “Dr. Mo” (except he used my last name) throughout the phone call.

He’s hired.

*Possibly it only felt that long.

4 comments:

Doktah said...

The thrill doesn't last. Trying to have a person-to-person conversation with a new graduate student who continually refers to you as "Professor" gets old. Then when you say, please call me by my first name... they refuse. Despite your long arguements that it makes you more comfortable to be called by your first name and that it brings you more to the same level...it usually ends in yelling "call me by first name, damn it, or you fail".

Maybe it's their desire to be respectful. Or maybe, behind my back, "Professor Snippy McFreakout" sounds funnier than "Snippy McFreakout".

Doktah said...

correction...

I only yell "call me by first name, damn it, or you fail" to my student Tarzan. Otherwise I yell "call me by my first name, damn it, or you fail".

Banalities said...

If you had truly embraced your nerdiness, Mo, as I clearly have, the title would read "a hundred eleven quadrillion years" and would thus not drive your OCD-like nerdy sensibilities mad.

Mo said...

Yes, banalities, but then I could not torture you. You should be glad I didn't say "eleventy billion million."