Things That Make Me Smile

I started this day not in the best mood.  You see, we got about 12 inches of snow last night (finally).  As prior posts indicate, I have a debilitating illness that prevents me from doing much, if any, lifting and absolutely no twisting (multiple doctors’ orders), yet my BF found it necessary to point out that I needed to give him a time line of when I would be able to shovel snow.  I am not going to detail my back problems, which are compounded with my Fibromyalgia, so needless to say the response he got was not what he wanted.  Meaning, we’re probably going to need a snow blower, or he’s going to have to grow up and realize that all is NOT fair, especially when it comes to someone’s health & welfare.

That was the beginning of the day.  Then I get to work feeling very prickly.  I don’t want to hear people overreacting to anything.  However, Coworker A decides that today is the day to freak the hell out about every little thing.  First it’s the fact that the Dept. of Health does not pay for CPR/AED Recertification training, but the Office of General Services does, but if you aren’t in a OGS building you cannot take advantage of the free recertification.  It sucks, but that’s the way it is.  She decides to make it her personal mission to make sure this building that she NO LONGER WORKS IN provides the free CPR/AED training.  (1) Losing Battle. (2) She’s going to piss someone off, and have to deal with that firestorm, which trickles down to those of us who work with her to hear ALL about that 25 times a day for a year.  THEN, same coworker, starts freaking out about power outages in the area, and OMG she was going to have her kids go skiing at Willard Mountain, but doesn’t know if they have power, and the lady who lives five minutes away, that she knows, doesn’t have power, but coworker STILL DOES NOT CALL Willard Mountain to confirm.  Rather, she gets on the phone and freaks out about it.  Really??

During this I am trying REALLY HARD to not listen to her, and listen to my music and distract myself with work, and other mindless activities (it’s a slow day today for me).  It doesn’t work, until I stumble on an article link from CNN.  What follows is a copy of the email described.

Apparently an NYU Business student complained to a professor that said student was asked to leave the class, as he came in an hour late and disrupted the lecture.  Student sent professor an email explaining his displeasure, and received a response that only EVERYONE wishes they could properly convey to anyone who is as asinine as this guy.  The email gave me a smile and has since helped my mood somewhat.  I’ll let you judge it for yourself.

Enjoy.

The Email:

Sent: Tuesday, February 9, 2010 7:15:11 PM GMT -08:00 US/Canada Pacific
Subject: Brand Strategy Feedback

Prof. Galloway,

I would like to discuss a matter with you that bothered me. Yesterday evening I entered your 6pm Brand Strategy class approximately 1 hour late. As I entered the room, you quickly dismissed me, saying that I would need to leave and come back to the next class. After speaking with several students who are taking your class, they explained that you have a policy stating that students who arrive more than 15 minutes late will not be admitted to class.

As of yesterday evening, I was interested in three different Monday night classes that all occurred simultaneously. In order to decide which class to select, my plan for the evening was to sample all three and see which one I like most. Since I had never taken your class, I was unaware of your class policy. I was disappointed that you dismissed me from class considering (1) there is no way I could have been aware of your policy and (2) considering that it was the first day of evening classes and I arrived 1 hour late (not a few minutes), it was more probable that my tardiness was due to my desire to sample different classes rather than sheer complacency.

I have already registered for another class but I just wanted to be open and provide my opinion on the matter.

Regards,
xxxx


xxxx
MBA 2010 Candidate
NYU Stern School of Business
xxxx.nyu.edu
xxx-xxx-xxxx

The Reply:

—— Forwarded Message ——-
From: scott@stern.nyu.edu
To: “xxxx”
Sent: Tuesday, February 9, 2010 9:34:02 PM GMT -08:00 US/Canada Pacific
Subject: Re: Brand Strategy Feedback

xxxx:

Thanks for the feedback. I, too, would like to offer some feedback.

Just so I’ve got this straight…you started in one class, left 15-20 minutes into it (stood up, walked out mid-lecture), went to another class (walked in 20 minutes late), left that class (again, presumably, in the middle of the lecture), and then came to my class. At that point (walking in an hour late) I asked you to come to the next class which “bothered” you.

Correct?

You state that, having not taken my class, it would be impossible to know our policy of not allowing people to walk in an hour late. Most risk analysis offers that in the face of substantial uncertainty, you opt for the more conservative path or hedge your bet (e.g., do not show up an hour late until you know the professor has an explicit policy for tolerating disrespectful behavior, check with the TA before class, etc.). I hope the lottery winner that is your recently crowned Monday evening Professor is teaching Judgement and Decision Making or Critical Thinking.

In addition, your logic effectively means you cannot be held accountable for any code of conduct before taking a class. For the record, we also have no stated policy against bursting into show tunes in the middle of class, urinating on desks or taking that revolutionary hair removal system for a spin. However, xxxx, there is a baseline level of decorum (i.e., manners) that we expect of grown men and women who the admissions department have deemed tomorrow’s business leaders.

xxxx, let me be more serious for a moment. I do not know you, will not know you and have no real affinity or animosity for you. You are an anonymous student who is now regretting the send button on his laptop. It’s with this context I hope you register pause…REAL pause xxxx and take to heart what I am about to tell you:

xxxx, get your shit together.

Getting a good job, working long hours, keeping your skills relevant, navigating the politics of an organization, finding a live/work balance…these are all really hard, xxxx. In contrast, respecting institutions, having manners, demonstrating a level of humility…these are all (relatively) easy. Get the easy stuff right xxxx. In and of themselves they will not make you successful. However, not possessing them will hold you back and you will not achieve your potential which, by virtue of you being admitted to Stern, you must have in spades. It’s not too late xxxx…

Again, thanks for the feedback.

Professor Galloway

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About Kari

I live in the Capital Region of NY, work for NYS, and am just beginning to blog. I was recently diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, so that's going to take up some content. I've been writing for as long as I can remember, and I am an opinionated person. Thus there will be some items that burn me up, that I simply want to play devil's advocate, or daily/personal items. I also Tweet (@Marilyth) when the mood strikes me in 140 characters or less. I'm doing this for fun, and I hope other appreciate the information and contribute!
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One Response to Things That Make Me Smile

  1. Roz says:

    Kari…it’s like you’re inside my head…

    I’ve suffered from psoriatic arthritis for a long, long time. Right now, I’m dealing with a self-centered, whiny co-worker just like you are… and yes, I found TONS of satisfaction in reading that email!

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