From the Dept. of WTF

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I've been laying low the past few months since stepping down as dean. Just teaching, holding office hours, eating lunch with colleagues, hanging out in the library, and giving talks at other universities where I am somehow still the Very Esteemed Hamster Fur Weaving Professor Suzy and not That Woman.

Anyway, returning back to the ranks meant that when the service jobs were divvied up, I was low on the totem pole and got the jobs no one else wanted. So I found myself attending the Master's Admittance Committee yearly meeting. I amused the colleagues in the know by asking pointed questions about the lack of mailing lists and non-use of the intranet and other nastiness. It is wonderful how one can ask for clarification on some point and with this point again to the mass incompetence that rules this place. The meeting was called under the motto: Together we get better. Right.

So anyway, it was a typical adminstration-faculty misunderstanding meeting. A younger colleague from my faculty who is often quite playfully flirtatious was sitting not far from me and laughing at all of my comments and rolled eyes. We parted with smiles and I trudged off to the train station. On the train I received an SMS from him (I kid you not, this is the exact wording):

You wore a very nice black thong today :P

Now,  I'm kind of old-fashioned and I don't own any thongs. And even if I had had black undies on, I don't think anything was peeking out anywhere. So I called back, and the call went to voice mail. I left a message: "Um, no I didn't. Why don't you give me a call back?".

The next SMS:

Damn, that was for a different Suzy, sorry

Okay... the next meeting with this colleague will surely be interesting. I wonder if I'll get chocolates in my box or just a coffee? I wonder which of the ladies there he's currently poking?