From the receptionist's perspective, you are a lost student walking into the advisement office in need of academic guidance dealing with communications.
Then you walk up to her. You smile and look down at the sign in sheet. You tell her you have a question.
She's bored and wants to get back to a power point presentation she's working on. It's open and right in your sight line. She thinks maybe you'll be an easy person to help. She hopes you're an easy person to help.
You tell her that you want to know who your advisor is.
She wonders if you're a senior or a sophomore. Hopefully a sophomore because a senior wouldn't dare not know which advisor is which. She tells you that it's all walk in.
You are a little disappointed and mentally unprepared for that response, so you already have a mental agenda of walking away. You decide to do just that.
You tell her thank you and turn away, but right before that happens, you notice that her face has fallen into confusion. Oh, you say very mater-o-factly, you meant to just find that out since you were already here. You were just seeing. Thank you!
You realize you're jabbering.
Ten steps out of the office, and your more reasonable half asks why you didn't just see an advisor right then?
