my, my metrocard....
at work, my usual surroundings for an lj update. need somewhere to rant where i assume people will agree and let me know in comment-format.
sidenote: i just tried to explain the context of the situation in great detail, and then realized it made no sense. so i'm going to simplify.
friend of the family (aka old people who knew you when you were young and thus assume that they still have relevance and authority in your adult life) comes to my work to chat with my boss/aunt. this woman is an over-enthusiastic airhead, and, as i am exhausted, i don't feel like talking much. i try to slip past my aunt's office to get some tea without being seen. no luck.
dumb woman: Kathleen?!?
me (smiles politely and half assed: hello.
DW: i didn't know you worked here!!
me: yeah. i do.
aunt: she's my secretary, she works here a couple of days a week when she's not in university.
Kathleen smiles and takes this pause to get the hell out of there. She goes to the kitchen to get her tea.
DW, about to leave, must go through the staff kitchen to exit.
DW: so, did you drop out of university?
*TIME OUT!!*
this questions is moronic for several reasons, beginning with the fact that if she spent less time plastering on her perpetual halloween-mask smile and more time LISTENING to what people say, she would have heard that i am STILL IN UNIVERSITY. secondly...
if i did, in fact, drop out of university, does she really think that asking me point blank, after not seeing me in at least three years, is appropriate? she stated the question in the same tone you'd say "so i heard you're engaged!!!" if i had dropped out, does she really think i would want to talk about it? and HOW IS IT ANY OF HER BUSINESS???? my retort should have been "so i heard your daughter's marriage is ending?" people are so tactless. there are a million ways to get the answer to that question without asking it.
*TIME IN*
me (in a condesending tone that does not at all mask my contempt for her): no, i graduated. i went back to university, and i work here a few days a week and go to university the other days.
DW: oh! so you got your ba?
me: yeah.
DW: and i hear you live on your own?
me: yeah. um, excuse me.
aaaand.....scene!
what. a. tard.
feel free to comment with your stories of tactless people asking you stupid questions and how you reacted.
AAAANYWAYS....
montreal was awesome. wandered into the redlight district by mistake. pop montreal (the festival our film screened at, its both a film and music festival) was awesome. saw dr. octagon on kool keith's fucking birthday. people really liked une femme n'est pas une ile. i really liked the feature film that was chosen to be screened with it, "mutual appreciation". went to puces pop ("flea pop" in english), a flea market put on by pop montreal which is basically a hipster craft sale/ flea market. in mike's words "you can feel the sense of self entitlement". got laughed at for bitching about walking uphill (aka small, gradual inclines). good fucking time.
now i am back and not loving it. robyn was sick yesterday and needed my care (at least, that's my excuse) so i didn't go to school and instead force fed her chicken fingers and watched episodes of full house on dvd.
oh, and someone stole my fucking bike. not one of my cool bikes (yes i own three bikes, suck my dick), but my best bike for long distances. sure it was a lame bike, but i used it all the fucking time. red. mountain bike. says "jeep cherokee" on it. super lame, i know, but i've never seen a bike like it, so if you see one, its probably mine, go kick their ass(es). godspeed.
sidenote: i just tried to explain the context of the situation in great detail, and then realized it made no sense. so i'm going to simplify.
friend of the family (aka old people who knew you when you were young and thus assume that they still have relevance and authority in your adult life) comes to my work to chat with my boss/aunt. this woman is an over-enthusiastic airhead, and, as i am exhausted, i don't feel like talking much. i try to slip past my aunt's office to get some tea without being seen. no luck.
dumb woman: Kathleen?!?
me (smiles politely and half assed: hello.
DW: i didn't know you worked here!!
me: yeah. i do.
aunt: she's my secretary, she works here a couple of days a week when she's not in university.
Kathleen smiles and takes this pause to get the hell out of there. She goes to the kitchen to get her tea.
DW, about to leave, must go through the staff kitchen to exit.
DW: so, did you drop out of university?
*TIME OUT!!*
this questions is moronic for several reasons, beginning with the fact that if she spent less time plastering on her perpetual halloween-mask smile and more time LISTENING to what people say, she would have heard that i am STILL IN UNIVERSITY. secondly...
if i did, in fact, drop out of university, does she really think that asking me point blank, after not seeing me in at least three years, is appropriate? she stated the question in the same tone you'd say "so i heard you're engaged!!!" if i had dropped out, does she really think i would want to talk about it? and HOW IS IT ANY OF HER BUSINESS???? my retort should have been "so i heard your daughter's marriage is ending?" people are so tactless. there are a million ways to get the answer to that question without asking it.
*TIME IN*
me (in a condesending tone that does not at all mask my contempt for her): no, i graduated. i went back to university, and i work here a few days a week and go to university the other days.
DW: oh! so you got your ba?
me: yeah.
DW: and i hear you live on your own?
me: yeah. um, excuse me.
aaaand.....scene!
what. a. tard.
feel free to comment with your stories of tactless people asking you stupid questions and how you reacted.
AAAANYWAYS....
montreal was awesome. wandered into the redlight district by mistake. pop montreal (the festival our film screened at, its both a film and music festival) was awesome. saw dr. octagon on kool keith's fucking birthday. people really liked une femme n'est pas une ile. i really liked the feature film that was chosen to be screened with it, "mutual appreciation". went to puces pop ("flea pop" in english), a flea market put on by pop montreal which is basically a hipster craft sale/ flea market. in mike's words "you can feel the sense of self entitlement". got laughed at for bitching about walking uphill (aka small, gradual inclines). good fucking time.
now i am back and not loving it. robyn was sick yesterday and needed my care (at least, that's my excuse) so i didn't go to school and instead force fed her chicken fingers and watched episodes of full house on dvd.
oh, and someone stole my fucking bike. not one of my cool bikes (yes i own three bikes, suck my dick), but my best bike for long distances. sure it was a lame bike, but i used it all the fucking time. red. mountain bike. says "jeep cherokee" on it. super lame, i know, but i've never seen a bike like it, so if you see one, its probably mine, go kick their ass(es). godspeed.