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Are you KIDDING me?

Welcome to a segment I like to call Are you kidding me? Sometimes, Are you FREAKING kidding me is actually more appropriate. Just depends on the day and matter at hand.





I used to experience many, many AYKM's in my personal life...they've mostly evolved into more work-related scenarios.






Although I haven't been in my current position (not upright in an Ergonomic chair, but current occupation rather) for all that long, I have been here long enough to make the following snide question pretty...snide.



When a certain student came into my office trying to get away with something (typical) she put her best foot forward with a prompt insult. "Hi...Sara right?" You can insert your name and repeat the question (which really isn't a question) if it'll provide you a more vivid picture. Did I mention there was a French accent involved? Yea. Whole 'nother level right?



While I snootily laughed and confirmed my name, I felt the desire for a bit of a stronger reaction...something that involved chucking mini Krakel bars from my candy jar at a particular femme grossiers.



She may not have the where-with-all to fully understand the consequences of her silly remark (I'm not calling it a question again)...but guess what little French Fry, when you make a point to walk into my office and pretend you don't know me, you just decided that you weren't going to get any more friendly-email-reminders about your incomplete file! That's right, from now on...my email reminders are no longer going to be friendly. You just stepped on the All-Business-Train. Remember the smiley faces and peppy exclamation points?

They're gone now.


I'd mind my manners if I were you, otherwise the next stop could be Accidentally-losing-your-paperwork-Town!

Ya know my name now?

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