people may be under the misconception that when we say people need to "keep it real," that applies only to that girl that you like, or the guy that you like.
negatory.
the concept of keeping it real applies to all facets of life, whether it's keeping it real with a treacherous friend who turned out never to have really been your friend at all, that professor/employer who said they would contact you but never did, or that psycho boss that undermines you when you are obviously smarter, better, and way more qualified than being at that clothing store working under his petty mannerisms. (true stories).
frankly, ridiculousness is one of the things that makes me the most angry. it's actually a broad concept that encompasses despicable things such as: cheating, lying, betrayal, etc. ridiculousness is when someone goes against common sense/courtesy and basic principles of human nature and instead drown themselves in stupidity to try to justify themselves. ridiculousness is selfishness, never considering the feelings and thoughts of other people and putting your own selfish needs first all the while expecting the other to fully understand and adhere to YOUR schedule/wants/desires.
in the end, ridiculousness is just a pathetic excuse.
so this is the story about this ridiculous old man ( "ROM"). while a lot of it might not make sense to you, reader, all that really matters is that you take away not the facts of the story, but the lesson from the story, and then thus apply the lesson into your own life or share it with a friend... and that will slowly support our campaign to start changing the world, one person at a time. the characteristics of ROM, you may find, are a lot like beezies. it was then that i started realizing that the term "beeze" (pl. beezies) isn't a term for girls who are selfish/attention whores/sluts/flirts etc., but it's more of a human trait that girls and even guys (meezy, meezies) have. in the end what happened was that ROM ended up calling me on the weekend about my work schedule (that he wanted to change it), and later on tuesday TEXTED me about how i needed to return some thing that i borrowed from him by handing it off to another intern, and that he had told the restaurant that i was reviewing that i did not "represent" him anymore.
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so the next morning i went into the office. i dropped the hammer on that fool.
1) i came in here to give you the camera in person because it's ridiculous to involve a third party in this.
2) i came in here to talk to you in person because it's ridiculous and definitely not professional to call, but more importantly, TEXT, someone that bs instead of just calling them into the office.
3)i came in here to clarify any misconception that you may have been having about me going around saying i was "representing" you in any way. he swears.
4) i came in here to say thank you for the opportunity and that i learned something while i was here.
5) i came in here to say i wish you success on the rest of your work.
but the ridiculousness didn't have anything to do with the way that he handled the situation and was accusing me of going around "representing" him.
the ridiculousness happened about three minutes after i dropped the hammer. i left the building feeling really good that i actually went in and had the face to face confrontation. so i was driving away, and i got a phone call from him. um. thinking that i may have left something at the office i picked up. in short, he asked me if i felt bad/sad about being let go. i said, "no.. if i felt bad/sad about it, would i even have confronted you face to face about it?"
and i honestly was not sad about it. it had no bearing on my career and it was purely for my own fun and doing a hobby. so after i said that, ROM asked me to go to coffee later that day.
?!?!?
i said that i was busy (which i was, i had planned to go to happy hour with my friend) and that i was not free for coffee. then he proceeded to ask about coffee the NEXT day. i said i had to go.
ridiculousness.
Friday, June 12, 2009
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