Some people's children...

I just had to exercise my Evil Supervisory Powers at work and kick a student out of my desk space.

I kind of feel like a jerk, but, oddly enough, I don't feel that bad about it. After all, it's my space, not some student lounge. This is not one of those campus jobs where people can just waltz behind the desk like they own it. As if there are really any jobs like that here. Every department deals with information of varying degrees of confidentiality and my department happens to have some of the most sensitive information on campus. To me, it's a given that you don't just invite yourself (or your friends) behind desks. You don't. Period. ESPECIALLY when it's in a department that deals with the type of information and students we deal with. The last thing I need is a student thinking he or she can access things behind my desk.

I've booted my own friends, who are honest and discreet and sensitive about this kind of thing, because they're not allowed. I don't understand why it's suddenly okay to invite someone to find a spot for his homework behind the desk, and then invite him to look at a picture on your computer. Because that is not okay. There is a reason we have privacy screens on our monitors. There is a reason my screen saver is password protected. There are GOOD reasons we have passwords for everything.

How do you forget that it's NOT OKAY?

And I meant it when I said, as I went down the hall to put away some (CONFIDENTIAL) files, "if he tries that the next time he comes here, I'll belt him."

Also, if you have two good hands and two good legs, don't use the handicapped access button on the doors. Not only does it cause a cold draft (with the weather we're having lately...) for a good 30 seconds, it makes you look lazy.