I present this week an all too familiar story that has for some reason escaped the very basic foundations of our West Georgian society. I’m submitting this anonymously as I’d rather not get a bad reputation with the staff and faculty at our school. However, I think it’s also better this way, because now I feel like I could potentially be speaking out for a lot of you who feel the same. The events of this story are based on real situations, but I thought humor would be my most effective means of getting my point across so, without further adieu, enjoy.

My clock read 8:15 a.m. I had set the alarm for 7:30, but forgot that it is a very temperamental clock and only likes to wake itself up on some days. I wonder if it does this only to laugh at me because, alas, I am human and it is only a clock.

I made an apologetic call to my newspaper practicum rider for the day (I am assigned a new helper each week) and ran out to my frost-covered car for Wednesday’s weekly paper delivery of The West Georgian.

Due to my delayed arrival, my helper had to leave early due to classes. I continued my route to my usual destination, located in a faculty parking spot at the back of the UCC. From here, I can finish my route to the UCC, Health Center, Richards College of Business, TLC and the gym in approximately 20 minutes with the help of a borrowed hand truck from gracious gals at the post office. I call him Charlie.

The greathearted and generous officials of our lovely UWG campus have granted me a glorious green parking pass.

They recently honored me this privilege after issuing me a parking ticket for delivering the papers earlier last year due to illegal parking – for this very paper that you’re reading. Last year, I gladly paid the fine for doing my job, courteously of the highly-forgiving West Georgia parking staff. Thankfully, my fine had bought me the illustrious green parking privilege, which I accepted with much glee. After all, I had originally changed my original time-resourceful route to a time-wasteful route per police request, so what’s one more thing?

I think I should also use this time to thank the helpful people that have tried to get me a visible faculty hangtag. See, the thing is, working for this school does not qualify me as staff. Therefore, I could only obtain the next best thing, aka a verbal faculty hangtag. I am not sour about this, as it’s only been six months since my first request. (However, this issue has now been taken care of.)

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Anonymous

Thu Feb 25 2010 09:18

Well maybe if you would take the time to get off your high horse and read the parking code maybe you won't have to deal with the "wicked witch of the west" as you called them. Just because you are the "paper delivery boy" does not mean that you can get special priviledges...I believe God blessed you with two legs to walk so moving around campus should not be a problem.

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