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two significant things happend to me yesterday.
first...this was the thing that really made my day. his name...robert wyatt thomas. no, i don't like him. he's like a man...thirties or forties. but the thing is. my job. i have to reserve rooms for employer informations sessions. crapwork, i know...but that's what i do. i usually call the registrar office, an office i call all the time. whom i thought i had a good relationship with. everytime i call...they are soooooooooo nice. soooooooooooo nice. but then friday. the dreaded x. on friday, i cried.
i call the scheduling office expecting to get heather...who normally answers the phone. robert answers the phone, and i think that i have worked with him before. and this is a friday...leading into our wonderful three day weekend. and he's a jerk. a major one. i have never felt so insulted in my life. i was so frazzled. i knew all the answers to the questions he asked me, but after he insinuated that i was stupid...i couldn't speak. the only thing i could say was, 'did i insult you in anyway?' and then he replied, but i couldn't concentrate on his answer b/c my feelings were so hurt. to make a long story short. i had to sign up for a class in his office to obtain internet access to rooms..blah blah blah. and to my dismay, he was teaching it. AND HE WANTED TO CALL ROLL!!! in my mind, i just knew that he wanted to find me...to give me grief. everytime he spoke...everyone would look in his direction...eye contact...nothing but smiles. but me...i preferred staring at the wall...as if it was the best wall i laid my eyes on...and i continued to do this for the whole class...i gained a little bit of confidence and looked at him a couple of times...but he avoided my eye contact too.
i began to take it personal...i mean robert wyatt thomas was a frikkin riot to everyone in our class...cracking jokes...people are slapping their knees he is sooooo funny. the same man who made me cry the day before the holidays. the same man who made me feel like complete idiot...is charming the room. and i resented everyone for NOT receiving the same treatment...i resented them b/c he was being nice to them...and totally mean to me. i formulated all these plans in my mind. like i was going to introduce myself to him after class...apologize for something, anything. and try to re-build our relationship....but i chickened out...after the class...i ran out of there like a bat out of hell. and i didn't look back.
when i get back to the office, i realize i have to reserve like a million rooms, and i am dreading calling robert. i am sick to my stomach. i decide to prepare myself...hahah...fully inform myself of everything so that when he asks a question...i would have the best answer. i had all my rooms ready. everything was ready. i finally call...he answers. i take a deep breath...then...'hi robert, this is liz from liberal arts career services.' he pauses...then answers. i tell him i need to reserve rooms. then i say,'i have everything ready, all the rooms i need, times...everything.' he works with me. and he is being surprisingly nice. and at the end of the conversation he asks me....'so...did you have an easy time working on the website, any problems?' it took me a second to answer b/c i was shocked....then he said, 'well, if you ever have any questions...please call anytime!!!' i was beaming...like a frikkin little girl. i was in complete shock. i mean...i don't think any of you would appreciate something like this...but i do. i was happy all day. i felt like i really conquered something. i don't even know if that's the right word...conquered. but you know. it just made me happy.
but then i got this other rude call the other day. i swear people discriminate me against my voice. on the telephone i sound like a little girl...so people obviously mistake me for a little girl...and think i have no clue. but hello. i think i know more than you, especially when it comes to on campus recruiting. don't laugh in my face. ok. but i told big l about the mean encounter....and i don't think the jerk mentioned me.
i have one last thing to say...the worst thing to say...the second significant thing.
yesterday was laurie's birthday...my job...getting the cake. i buy the cake at h.e.b. and i am walking outside...in my own world...spit out my gum...stepped off the curb. and i fell....i fell hard. i fell on my ass. in front of h.e.b. for the whole world to see. luckily, the cake was safe. don't worry about that. it's like the cake landed on soft clouds...glided along the pavement. where as i was the most ungraceful human being alive. and just when i think i stopped falling...i kept going...i first fell on my knees...then on my hands...that's when i started to slide. oh yes. oh yes. great fun. and no. no one ran up to help me...they decided to yell across the parking lot....'are yooooooou oooooookaaaaay?' yes..please...please attract more attention. they are just mosey-ing along. i just said yes i am okay...and i said it several times. but in my head i am thinking....helloooo... i just fell on my ass...there are holes in my jeans...my knees...all scratched up...and dear dear god...the cake. i couldn't speak for a little while after that. oh the horror. when i walked into musashinos...i immediately blurted out...i fell....my jeans are ripped and my knees are scratched up...but hey...the cake's okay.
oooh one last last thing....i am never going to a movie during the weekday again. i keep falling asleep.....i watched the hours
first...this was the thing that really made my day. his name...robert wyatt thomas. no, i don't like him. he's like a man...thirties or forties. but the thing is. my job. i have to reserve rooms for employer informations sessions. crapwork, i know...but that's what i do. i usually call the registrar office, an office i call all the time. whom i thought i had a good relationship with. everytime i call...they are soooooooooo nice. soooooooooooo nice. but then friday. the dreaded x. on friday, i cried.
i call the scheduling office expecting to get heather...who normally answers the phone. robert answers the phone, and i think that i have worked with him before. and this is a friday...leading into our wonderful three day weekend. and he's a jerk. a major one. i have never felt so insulted in my life. i was so frazzled. i knew all the answers to the questions he asked me, but after he insinuated that i was stupid...i couldn't speak. the only thing i could say was, 'did i insult you in anyway?' and then he replied, but i couldn't concentrate on his answer b/c my feelings were so hurt. to make a long story short. i had to sign up for a class in his office to obtain internet access to rooms..blah blah blah. and to my dismay, he was teaching it. AND HE WANTED TO CALL ROLL!!! in my mind, i just knew that he wanted to find me...to give me grief. everytime he spoke...everyone would look in his direction...eye contact...nothing but smiles. but me...i preferred staring at the wall...as if it was the best wall i laid my eyes on...and i continued to do this for the whole class...i gained a little bit of confidence and looked at him a couple of times...but he avoided my eye contact too.
i began to take it personal...i mean robert wyatt thomas was a frikkin riot to everyone in our class...cracking jokes...people are slapping their knees he is sooooo funny. the same man who made me cry the day before the holidays. the same man who made me feel like complete idiot...is charming the room. and i resented everyone for NOT receiving the same treatment...i resented them b/c he was being nice to them...and totally mean to me. i formulated all these plans in my mind. like i was going to introduce myself to him after class...apologize for something, anything. and try to re-build our relationship....but i chickened out...after the class...i ran out of there like a bat out of hell. and i didn't look back.
when i get back to the office, i realize i have to reserve like a million rooms, and i am dreading calling robert. i am sick to my stomach. i decide to prepare myself...hahah...fully inform myself of everything so that when he asks a question...i would have the best answer. i had all my rooms ready. everything was ready. i finally call...he answers. i take a deep breath...then...'hi robert, this is liz from liberal arts career services.' he pauses...then answers. i tell him i need to reserve rooms. then i say,'i have everything ready, all the rooms i need, times...everything.' he works with me. and he is being surprisingly nice. and at the end of the conversation he asks me....'so...did you have an easy time working on the website, any problems?' it took me a second to answer b/c i was shocked....then he said, 'well, if you ever have any questions...please call anytime!!!' i was beaming...like a frikkin little girl. i was in complete shock. i mean...i don't think any of you would appreciate something like this...but i do. i was happy all day. i felt like i really conquered something. i don't even know if that's the right word...conquered. but you know. it just made me happy.
but then i got this other rude call the other day. i swear people discriminate me against my voice. on the telephone i sound like a little girl...so people obviously mistake me for a little girl...and think i have no clue. but hello. i think i know more than you, especially when it comes to on campus recruiting. don't laugh in my face. ok. but i told big l about the mean encounter....and i don't think the jerk mentioned me.
i have one last thing to say...the worst thing to say...the second significant thing.
yesterday was laurie's birthday...my job...getting the cake. i buy the cake at h.e.b. and i am walking outside...in my own world...spit out my gum...stepped off the curb. and i fell....i fell hard. i fell on my ass. in front of h.e.b. for the whole world to see. luckily, the cake was safe. don't worry about that. it's like the cake landed on soft clouds...glided along the pavement. where as i was the most ungraceful human being alive. and just when i think i stopped falling...i kept going...i first fell on my knees...then on my hands...that's when i started to slide. oh yes. oh yes. great fun. and no. no one ran up to help me...they decided to yell across the parking lot....'are yooooooou oooooookaaaaay?' yes..please...please attract more attention. they are just mosey-ing along. i just said yes i am okay...and i said it several times. but in my head i am thinking....helloooo... i just fell on my ass...there are holes in my jeans...my knees...all scratched up...and dear dear god...the cake. i couldn't speak for a little while after that. oh the horror. when i walked into musashinos...i immediately blurted out...i fell....my jeans are ripped and my knees are scratched up...but hey...the cake's okay.
oooh one last last thing....i am never going to a movie during the weekday again. i keep falling asleep.....i watched the hours