Hail Pleasar

Tired of Last Minute Stuff,

First of all, I def­i­nitely hear you about the last-minute stuff—especially so late on a Fri­day. That’s pretty ridiculous.

With regards to your ques­tion about whether or not you’re a douche, I’m going to say that you aren’t. The thing is, you didn’t make her cry as much as it was her deci­sion to cry.

She and her orga­ni­za­tion seem com­pe­tent enough to make nec­es­sary arrange­ments ahead of time in order to ensure a smooth event, see­ing as how every­thing else seemed to be taken care of. There is noth­ing out of the ordi­nary in your department’s ask­ing for suf­fi­cient lead time in order for you to be pre­pared. What if all of your AV equip­ment had already been accounted for and in use dur­ing this schol­ar­ship ban­quet? What then? And, sure, you may have given her what you call “a hard time”, but that in no way war­rants tears—save any phys­i­cal threats or vio­lence. Beyond that, you still went out of your way to pro­vide the requested equip­ment which resulted in extend­ing your work day even though you were under no oblig­a­tion to do so.

You, dear reader, are no douche. I sub­mit, rather, that it is this girl who is the douche. Her deci­sion to cry was unrea­son­able and unwar­ranted. You are not respon­si­ble for that and there is no rea­son for you to feel any guilt—especially since you went ahead and sup­plied her orga­ni­za­tion with their last-minute request.

Just my $0.02
Julius Pleasar