I could not afford to make twelve copies of music at 8 pages for this piece I need to speak on for my entire class that is due tomorrow for my Choral Literature class so I figured I’d go to the computer lab and scan the book and then make free copies of the piece.
As I walked over to the special place where the scanners are there was this girl who just barely got off the computer and then as I was about to sit down this one guy who was sitting next to the computer said, “Excuse me, you can’t sit there.” I said, “Why not, I need to use the scanner” and then he said, “So am I”. I said, “You can’t use the MAC?” He said, “I don’t know how to use it.”
I could have used the fridging MAC myself, but the way they have it set up at my university, all the computers (except Macintosh) are set up so that you sign in with your own account name and password and BINGO you have your files securely saved on your account. Problem is is that I had already scanned some items and I couldn’t remember which ones I scanned and they were on my account–and this guy wouldn’t get up. Okay, so I could live with that. But it gets worse.
Then there is this other guy who’s typing a paper and not using the scanner. I ask him politely, “Excuse me, but I need to scan some documents for my class project.” He then minimized his MS Word document and said, “Here you go… scan it.” I said, “You don’t understand, I need to be on the computer because I need to get into my cougarnet account (our school mascot is a cougar). He then replied, “I’m sorry, but I need to complete this assignment. I only have one hour left to complete it.” I told him, “But you can use another computer. The computer will save your document on your cougarnet account” and he said, “But I’m doing this offline”.
At this point I said, “Oh, okay this is ridiculous”. I waited for 15 minutes for someone in the scanner area to get their butts up if they were not scanning so I could scan the sheet music and no one got up. I was starting to get pissed. That’s two assholes in a row I’ve had to put up with and I couldn’t take it any longer. Where had chivalry gone? While I was waiting this one guy in the middle of the two a-holes looked at me like I was some mean bitch who had no patience and said, “I’ll be done in a moment…” as if I’m so mean or something! He was trying to protect those freaking losers who denied my usage!!?
I walked up to the information center and said to the gentleman working there, “Hi, um… this guy is typing a paper and he refuses to get up. I need to scan some documents for a very important assignment and he refuses to use another computer. I know he can save it on his cougarnet account…what’s the problem?” He said, “No problem, I’ll take care of it ma’am.
He went ahead and asked the guy and then the guy finally got up. Geez, that guy was a jerk! Maybe if I had huge boobs, blonde hair, and blue eyes he might have gotten up immediately.
Okay, so then believe it or not . . . it gets even worse. I headed over to the Bruce Religion Center at my school because they serve free lunches on Mondays and Wednesdays, right? I told Kris all about my ordeal and he totally sympathized with me. Kris had to go to work though so he took off and my friend John also happened to be there and overheard my conversation to Kris about the jerks. If you don’t remember who John is, he is the one who is taking care of Sparkles until I can bring her back to Brownsville with my mom this upcoming weekend. Well, I thought he was my friend. This was sort of how our conversation went today after eating at the Bruce Religion Center at our school.
John: Would you like to see Miss Sparkles at my house today?
Me: Sure, that would be kewl. Lemme give you a ride over to your apartment.
John: Okay.
::we walk out of the religious center and head over to my car::
John: I happen to overhear your conversation with Kris about what happened at the computer lab. I was wondering, not trying to be racist or anything, but what was their race?
Me: Um, the guys were Asian. I think maybe Korean. I’m not too sure. One of them sounded a lil’ Vietnamese, you know, like, “me sucky sucky long time…” from the movie Full Metal Jacket.
John: Shhhh, that was too loud. There is someone over there and they might have heard you.
Me: John, what the hell? What is wrong with you trying to tell me to be quiet?
John: Well, what you said could have offended someone.
Me: That white lady over there? Like 25 ft. over there? How the hell is that going to offend her? I was referring to a dialect in a movie for cryn’ out loud.
John: Yeah, but relating sucky sucky long time about an Asian might sound rude to someone passing by.
Me: What the hell? I wasn’t making fun of Asians, I just couldn’t think of any other way I could relate to you how a Vietnamese might sound…
::we argue even getting into the car::
Me: John, I don’t like the fact that you are telling me, hell, ordering me to shut up! You’ve done it before and I’m not going to let this one slide. Who do you think you are to tell me what to say and where or when. I can say whatever the hell I want when I want.
John: I think you are being too sensitive about the whole issue.
Me: Sensitive? You are the one who was all perinoid about me saying the wrong thing. Wouldn’t you call THAT sensitive?
John: Well, if I or anyone else tells you to be quiet because it might offend them then you need to get used to it…
Me: Say what? I can’t believe you are telling me this John!! You are supposed to be my friend. Who the hell are you to tell me these things? If it is true about what you are saying about just doing what someone tells you to do, then why when I tell you that it offends me for you to tell me to be quiet (and for no real reason) and then say I’m being sensitive. You know what? I think you are being in-sensitive. And you know what else? You and too many other guys in my life have told me to be “quiet” because they were scared of my loud voice. They believe a woman should know their place and just keep their opinions to themselves…
John: Oh, there you go… I’m just one of those assholes huh? Those male-shovenists?
Me: Yeah, if you act like one that’s EXACTLY what you are!
::I drove up to John’s driveway::
Me: I’ll see you when I see you.
I told Kris about the whole thing afterwards and he couldn’t believe that he said what he said to me. Oi!
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