Turns out training wasn't so bad -- many, many self-confessed nerds among the other tutors, and plenty of Trekkies. Quite a few female Trekkies, too, which means there's a statistically significant chance of a K/S shipper among them. We need some type of sign -- a code word, a secret handshake, something. C'mon, guys, we've had since the '60s to come up with something. I just have to know whether my boss is one of the Old Guard, and I can't just ask. I'm not an expert on workplace etiquette, but I think that crosses a line.
It's really a shame that I don't get to actually spend time with many of these people -- I work with two of the four other writing tutors and, of course, Simon... and that's it. I think you must have to share a certain strain of crazy to do what we do for no money and not a lot of respect, especially the people that have been doing it for years. Highlight of the meeting: one of the icebreaker questions was "What's been your greatest accomplishment?" and this math/science tutor proudly answered, "Well, I once got kicked out of a lab for coding my initials into an organism's genome. The professor made me take a bioethics class after that."
I THINK THESE PEOPLE ARE MY KIND OF PEOPLE.
One of the writing tutors I don't work with seems like she might be into internet fandom of some kind, but again, not sure how to broach the topic if we don't get to spend a lot of time together. Again, signals: one for being in fandom, one for being a slasher, one for being a fic writer, one for being a fan artist... Will someone ask The Gays (y'know, at their next meeting) if we can we re-appropriate the Hanky Code? (Color for fandom, patterns for orientation [het, slash, femslash, all of the above], left pocket means "I write/draw/vid it," right pocket means "I read/look at/watch it"...) Interfandom cooperation and standardization, people. Somebody get on that.
Also, turns out I learned something I did not know: I have a second school e-mail address which no one thought to mention to me and which, when uncovered, revealed 52 new e-mails dating back to April, some of which were replies to messages I sent from the address that I knew about. The surprises just never end.
It's really a shame that I don't get to actually spend time with many of these people -- I work with two of the four other writing tutors and, of course, Simon... and that's it. I think you must have to share a certain strain of crazy to do what we do for no money and not a lot of respect, especially the people that have been doing it for years. Highlight of the meeting: one of the icebreaker questions was "What's been your greatest accomplishment?" and this math/science tutor proudly answered, "Well, I once got kicked out of a lab for coding my initials into an organism's genome. The professor made me take a bioethics class after that."
I THINK THESE PEOPLE ARE MY KIND OF PEOPLE.
One of the writing tutors I don't work with seems like she might be into internet fandom of some kind, but again, not sure how to broach the topic if we don't get to spend a lot of time together. Again, signals: one for being in fandom, one for being a slasher, one for being a fic writer, one for being a fan artist... Will someone ask The Gays (y'know, at their next meeting) if we can we re-appropriate the Hanky Code? (Color for fandom, patterns for orientation [het, slash, femslash, all of the above], left pocket means "I write/draw/vid it," right pocket means "I read/look at/watch it"...) Interfandom cooperation and standardization, people. Somebody get on that.
Also, turns out I learned something I did not know: I have a second school e-mail address which no one thought to mention to me and which, when uncovered, revealed 52 new e-mails dating back to April, some of which were replies to messages I sent from the address that I knew about. The surprises just never end.