Heartless, stone cold grading

This is what I look like when they ask me to run security for the student parking lot in the cold. When the normal security guy needs a lunchy and his usual stand-in decides to go with him, the office politely asks me to grab a walky-talky and the keys to the golf cart thinking that if something crazy went down, I would be a good first line of defense. They are sorely mistaken. I gots me some papers to grade. Consider me MIA.