Aug 18, 2008 21:44
So, I'm working the desk after a long day of RA training. And for those who have no idea what that's like, I've been getting lectured on things I already know for the past 10 hours. Yay....So understand that I am very tired and frustrated with life. Anyway, this old Nigerian man comes into my lobby and is asking to speak to his son. Well, our policy is not to allow anyone up without a resident, so I can't let him up. Well, he asks me to call him. The phones in the rooms aren't turned on in the summer, so I can't do that either. Then the old man starts yelling at me. In this strange broken english. What I could mangage was, "Look in the book.....I've done this before.....You can't do your job....." I'm like, WTF?! Call your son your damn self you son of a bitch! Don't come on my job yelling at me! Did I mention I'm not supposed to be working this week? RA training is from 7am until 10pm unless they let us out early. Well, I work 7-9am every weekday. So I have to find someone to work my very undesirable shift. I was in the middle of this process when this man starts yelling at me.
Well, one of the football players (that's who's living in the building right now) comes down and the man starts talking to him. In a very polite manner that I was never given. So, he goes up and gets the kid. The boy comes down and the guy is all smiles. Other guys pass through the lobby, he's all smiles. Then I realize what's going on here. He's one of thoes women hating bastards I can't stand. Damn foreigners. I don't mean that. I love foreigners. My ex was Nigerian. I think they're sexy. But his dad was like that. A pure ass. Grr....