Do I have to bring it up again how I started out in newsrooms that looked exactly like this, people?
By the way, why would any campus have a magazine for ex-students? Was it full of stories about dropping out because you couldn’t pay your tuition or flunking out because you were too hungover to wake up and get to class? Wait, those were my college nightmares.
I wonder. I think they still have one. I get solicited for the ex-student’s association often, over 20 yrs since graduation. Maybe there are geritol ads and who is CEO now and who is dead and who has donated enough to get a literature building named after him.
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Type writers, electric fans, windows that open and pencils. Wow old time stuff.
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No noisy computers or noisy faxes or noisy air conditioners!
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And they even has radiators below the windows. Those were the days.
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I knew you’d point that out! Ha ha.
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How could I resist. 🙂
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what’s worse–that or the cubicles?
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Well, as much as I deplored my many years of cubicles, it does allow for more privacy and a felt wall to post pics of loved ones.
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Do I have to bring it up again how I started out in newsrooms that looked exactly like this, people?
By the way, why would any campus have a magazine for ex-students? Was it full of stories about dropping out because you couldn’t pay your tuition or flunking out because you were too hungover to wake up and get to class? Wait, those were my college nightmares.
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I wonder. I think they still have one. I get solicited for the ex-student’s association often, over 20 yrs since graduation. Maybe there are geritol ads and who is CEO now and who is dead and who has donated enough to get a literature building named after him.
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Everywhere else calls it the alumni association. Hmmmm, Kerbey. I wonder why not at UT-Austin.
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sweltering heat leads to poor decisions
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Hot heads?
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