Today was cold and stormy. With rain falling almost all day, about 63. Not cold, but chilly. We get a call in our office, from the big boss: “Get the golfcart and bring some food from Discovery (a food court-style cafe in our Student Center) to the 4th floor of the Admin building (meaning the President’s Office).

Mind you that I have to walk to the gym which is all the way across campus and back to Student Center and finally drive the food to the Administration building, which is back by the gym.

I hoof it over the gym in the cold rain and get the golfcart, and after cruising back to the Student Union, I go into Discovery Cafe. I walk up to a woman who I know is in charge. I have dealt with her before and she’s usually in charge. She says she’s been expecting me and walks to the counter with the register. Grabbing two bags from behind the counter, I want to scream. I got the golfcart for something I could carry over?! She hands them over after getting a fork and knife for the salad and says “If you all need anythings, please just let us know.”

Okay, she thinks I’m with the President’s office. I guess I can understand that. She see’s hundreds of people everyday, my face is probably one that doesn’t stick out. Fine.

Because I have the golfcart and I would like to put it away as soon as possible, I drive back over the Admin building and climb the stairs to the President’s Office. I walk in and his secretary looks at me confused. Not a good sign. I tell her I have food from Discovery Cafe and she get’s the President’s attention from in his conference room.

“I didn’t know y’all delivered”

She thinks I’m from Discovery cafe. Ugh.

A woman walks out of the conference room and comments to me “Thanks, it’s been a crazy day. You’re a life-saver.”

Oh really! I’m so glad that I could save your life. Or save you from actually having to be a normal person. Or save you from having to go out in the rain like the rest of “us”.

I know she will never realized that I designed the family weekend brochure and registration form that she probably had to approve. I know that the President would never realize who I was unless I specifically asserted to him that I am graphic designer on this campus. Why should he have to keep track of the people who make’s the student-oriented program happen through his advertising, or the man who is single -handedly generating a vitual web-based calendar for his university (both public and private). Do you see why I’m a little upset.

Did I go to school for four years to be the delivery guy on campus? I can actually understand all of the people that you have meet not understanding that I actually have a degree in what I do, but the one person who knows and should have known: My big boss.

I guess it truely shows my value in the scheme of things. Man I hope my earlier mentioned brewings becomes something.