At my conference last week, we were the largest university there by about 30,000 students. As I told one of my employees about the experience and how other schools kept seeking us out for advice (SO WEIRD), she quipped, “Well, good for you, you finally know what it’s like to be popular.”
Seriously. So rude. And not accurate at all.
Also at the conference were many an Ivy Leaguer. Most of them were very nice and friendly people. Then there was the guy who went to the bartender on the boat and asked for a super complicated drink with 18 directions that I have never even heard of. When the bartender reminded him that we were on a boat and the bar was three feet wide and he had limited resources, the guy replied “I didn’t think you could handle it.” Then he huffed off.
Another lovely person climbed down from her ivory tower to spend time among the plebians, then refused to eat any of the food we were served. There were about 12 different entree options. Completely unnecessary. She complained for two hours. I wanted to strangle her.
Finally, I was in a round table discussion about a new database a company is creating to manage course inventory, class scheduling, degree audit, and registration. So, naturally, I dramatically said “ONE DATABASE TO RULE THEM ALL.” Crickets. Not a single chuckle.
I felt better later when I told my co-worker and he laughed (although, I am his boss so it might have just been laughter out of obligation), but I was really sad that no one got my One Ring joke. I think I just need to give up on jokes.