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Nov. 13th, 2003 04:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fabrisseI hate being a meanie.
The number of kids forgetting their cards is going waaaaaay down, because I'm following the rules: No card, no entrance. The rare exceptions are told that they are exceptions (and why) and that it won't be tolerated again. Surprisingly, I'm believed. Kids are bringing their cards. Occasionally they're just handing me the fine for a new card automatically. I get very little back talk.
But I have to be a meanie to do it, and I don't like being mean. It's no fun having to be a hard-ass to a cute little kid with big brown eyes. It's scary being a hardliner with a kid who can crush you and thinks with his emotions. *waves at the teen center*
There's an edge to my voice, an edge to my thoughts. I hate being mean.
The number of kids forgetting their cards is going waaaaaay down, because I'm following the rules: No card, no entrance. The rare exceptions are told that they are exceptions (and why) and that it won't be tolerated again. Surprisingly, I'm believed. Kids are bringing their cards. Occasionally they're just handing me the fine for a new card automatically. I get very little back talk.
But I have to be a meanie to do it, and I don't like being mean. It's no fun having to be a hard-ass to a cute little kid with big brown eyes. It's scary being a hardliner with a kid who can crush you and thinks with his emotions. *waves at the teen center*
There's an edge to my voice, an edge to my thoughts. I hate being mean.
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Date: 2003-11-14 12:24 pm (UTC)The kid had run in, hugged a friend, and gone to the elevator. I didn't see her face, and she said that she was visiting her mother without a) saying who her mother was or b) turning around. I called her back, made her miss her elevator car, and established that she didn't need a card.
There were at least 15 other people in the lobby, most of them kids, and all of them talking at top volume. I'd already had other kids try to sneak in. In one way I feel sorry for her, but on some level I feel that she's being unreasonable. I'm 42; she's 10. The kid wins.