The phone rang.  I answered it.  That is always a mistake.  The caller identified herself as a "reporting student" from the university.  She said she was writing a paper and wanted a quote from a local business on whether or not we were affected by this down-turn in the economy.
I was not touching that.  Although it is probably harmless, any paper that could potentially be published could affect our business and I don't want my name and unofficial statement tied to it.   I politely told her that she would get the best answer if she called back tomorrow and asked to speak with the manager.  She seemed irritated that I wouldn't just tell her something.  I don't care what sort of dead-line she has; call me paranoid, but I am not potentially compromising my job so that some 19-year-old can finish the paper she has put off until the last minute.  And doesn't it seem like a reporter would come across reluctant interviewees and she should just learn to deal with it?
I am probably being  a bitch and reading more emotion into the conversation than actually was there.  Or maybe not.  I am no reporting student, writing for grades and milking financial aid; I am just a clerk and there are a hundred people more educated than me waiting to take my job.
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