and this one goes out to ai_ling
ai_ling has inspired me to write down another college story. i know, but i'm bored, but don't worry, i'm going to DC tomorrow & won't be back for awhile, so there will be a break from the dumb stories.
this story is mine alone because none of my fellow trouble-makers were available to come with me, to a meeting between the college president, the treasurer, the notorious p.smith (i am one of the few girls who was not in love with him, so this wasn't too exciting for me), and our 2 union buds, JA and JD. i got a ride with p.smith, and we met at that chinese restaurant by the food mart (which is now an a&p i think). things started out well enough. JD did most of the talking, he explained what the issue with worker misclassification is, how it is a huge problem, and how this company that was working at the college on the new science center was notorious for doing this stuff.
the treasurer was not impressed with us and started getting snippy and barking out questions. p.smith and i stayed silent, but JD sort of lost his cool and began swearing, a lot. a lot a lot. and so i started blushing and p.smith stared at his food and the treasurer started yelling and then we all stormed out of the restaurant. p.smith offered me a ride back, but i said i was gonna ride back with the guys, so he left. the prez and the treasurer were walking back to their car, and were like 15 or so feet from us, when the prez turns around and yells very loudly at me: "you know what, Autumn? a lot of the workers on campus find you to be extremely paternalistic! your behavior is incredibly condescending and paternalistic!" and then they got in their car and drove off. i didn't say anything, i'm sure that i went entirely pale, since i am really not used to ppl being mean to me, and in general emotional outbursts of any kind make me uncomfortable. since i have no feelings and all.
the guys and i walked into dunkin donuts (working class new englanders we were) and we sat in a booth. JA looks at me and JD and says, "well... i think that went well." and we started laughing and i fell over in the booth and we took a good five minutes to dry our tears and collect ourselves. we finally got back to campus, and tried to not laugh uncontrollably as we told the crew how the meeting had gone. p.smith never spoke of this meeting, and it was pretty much over between me and the administration after that.
the end.
and now, a quote from on the road which struck me as i read it yesterday: "I never felt sadder in my life. LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; New York gets god-awful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle." this is true, and this is why i turned down the job with the director's guild in LA. i can't deal with that city. i think i should go get my drugs from the pharmacy now.
this story is mine alone because none of my fellow trouble-makers were available to come with me, to a meeting between the college president, the treasurer, the notorious p.smith (i am one of the few girls who was not in love with him, so this wasn't too exciting for me), and our 2 union buds, JA and JD. i got a ride with p.smith, and we met at that chinese restaurant by the food mart (which is now an a&p i think). things started out well enough. JD did most of the talking, he explained what the issue with worker misclassification is, how it is a huge problem, and how this company that was working at the college on the new science center was notorious for doing this stuff.
the treasurer was not impressed with us and started getting snippy and barking out questions. p.smith and i stayed silent, but JD sort of lost his cool and began swearing, a lot. a lot a lot. and so i started blushing and p.smith stared at his food and the treasurer started yelling and then we all stormed out of the restaurant. p.smith offered me a ride back, but i said i was gonna ride back with the guys, so he left. the prez and the treasurer were walking back to their car, and were like 15 or so feet from us, when the prez turns around and yells very loudly at me: "you know what, Autumn? a lot of the workers on campus find you to be extremely paternalistic! your behavior is incredibly condescending and paternalistic!" and then they got in their car and drove off. i didn't say anything, i'm sure that i went entirely pale, since i am really not used to ppl being mean to me, and in general emotional outbursts of any kind make me uncomfortable. since i have no feelings and all.
the guys and i walked into dunkin donuts (working class new englanders we were) and we sat in a booth. JA looks at me and JD and says, "well... i think that went well." and we started laughing and i fell over in the booth and we took a good five minutes to dry our tears and collect ourselves. we finally got back to campus, and tried to not laugh uncontrollably as we told the crew how the meeting had gone. p.smith never spoke of this meeting, and it was pretty much over between me and the administration after that.
the end.
and now, a quote from on the road which struck me as i read it yesterday: "I never felt sadder in my life. LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; New York gets god-awful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle." this is true, and this is why i turned down the job with the director's guild in LA. i can't deal with that city. i think i should go get my drugs from the pharmacy now.