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I think it has been two weeks since I last wrote something, but I didn’t really want to write something for the sake of writing. So, here’s another juicy fuck-filled philippic.
Not sure where to start this one. It might be jumbled up but it should come together in the end. Here’s a little story: I always had issues in all of my Spanish classes. Either I wasn’t clicking with the teacher or I didn’t like the way the teacher taught the material. Mr. Corpus came along and he was amazing. He was real and he taught not only Spanish but embedded hidden life lessons into his lectures. Needless to say, he was a wise old man and an inspiration.
In the years following my year in his class, I would only see him in the hallway every once in a while where we would exchange some ‘hello’s. The school had entered its renovation in these years and the windows in Corpus’ classroom were boarded up. His room was uncomfortably hot and dusty, noticeably unhealthy. He began to fall ill consecutively to a number of respiratory problems. There was a chance that his problems were coming from something else, but it was pretty convincing that his room’s conditions were not helping the guy get better.
There’s more to the story though. During my spring break last week, I happened to run into Mr. Corpus at the mall. He recognized me right away which made me happy. I didn’t know any bit of the story until I accused him of ditching us for another school. He began to tell me his side.
He began to notice problems when the boards went up and thought it was just going to be a quick thing his immune system would take care of. That wasn’t the deal. He moved from one respiratory problem to the next. Having such seniority as working for the school system for thirty four years, he went to the administration expecting some action to be taken on behalf of his condition. Instead of helping him with medical expenses or investigating the situation, they brushed him off. They figured he was just old and slowly dieing. They told him he was the only one having problems. He knew that wasn’t true, no one spoke up.
It’s interesting because if news of his problems got out to the public, the entire renovation would be threatened. So the higher-ups told Corpus to deal with it. It got to the point where they told him they didn’t care if he left. So he did.
If anyone is wondering where he is now, he’s doing just fine in South Windsor. He’s making more money with better benefits and he’s healthy. It was great to run into him and hear that all is well, especially after having him leave so suddenly.
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Now I move onto some more authoritative bullshit. I guess I’ll set the scene by introducing the reader to the guy who owns the five or so Dunkin’ Donuts in town. His name is Tom, and he lives a sad life. From my understanding, he’s not much of a family man, he lives single with his dogs, and I’ve never seen him smile. I only see him when I work Sundays and it’s only for a minute or two when he walks past me with a frown and talks to the manager in charge for less than a minute and leaves. I never really respected the guy. He never talked to me. This past Sunday was another story.
We are clearly moving into the warmer months of the year. The nice transition between winter and summer called spring. There are these four kids who come almost every day on their skateboards for a donut and a break from skating around town all day. They are really clean, they always pick up after themselves, say please and thank you, and talk to us. They always bring their skateboards inside and lay them on the ground next to their table. They don’t skate around inside and they aren’t loud. If any other customer comes in while they are there, they respect their privacy.
On Sunday, Tom storms into the front door and sees the kids there. He tells them “Get those boards out of here now.” They tell him they don’t want to leave them outside for someone to steal them and that there is no sign anywhere that says they can’t bring them inside. Hell, I don’t even see any problem in that. It can’t be a deal of space; I’ve seen women come in with bigger purses than their skateboards. It can’t be a deal of dirt; I’ve seen people with muddier boots or grassier cleats than their skateboards. After they explained that to him, he told them to get out. They went outside angrily. He wasn’t even in uniform, he was actually wearing a t-shirt and short shorts like he just came from the gym.
He left to go to the other store. The kids waited for him to leave and came inside right as he was leaving. They came in asking who he was and called him a dick among other things. They were scared to have him come back with their boards still inside so one of them ran to the back of the store and hid his board there. I told them that if there’s a problem they can get the police involved. After I said that, one of the kids pointed out that Tom was back. They just sat down and waited for him to come inside. I was standing by the drive-thru window when Tom pulled up. He handed me keys to close up later and said, “Tell those boys ‘Thanks for the board’” as he laughed, pointing out a board he had in the passenger seat of his car. He laughed and drove off. The board he had belonged to the kid who put his board out back. He saw him in the drive-thru and asked what Tom wanted. I didn’t mention that he had a board and that he just dropped off keys.
The kid went back to check on his board and noticed it was gone. He began swearing up a storm. At that point I started reacting in my own way. I was pissed at Tom, he was acting so childish. Five or ten minutes later he called to have the kids wait out back. Five minutes after they went out back, Tom came inside and approached me. He asked me if the kids should call the cops on him. I told him he was being ridiculous and unfair. I told him that the boards were never a problem, the kids were regulars, and we don’t even provide a safe place to put the boards. I explained to him that I had been in their situation and that they respect the place. He said, “Tough shit,” then walked away repeating ‘call the cops? Jesus Christ’ under his breath. After that confrontation, I got so heated; my body began to show it. My face was blotched red and I began to sweat and shake. My throat felt so tight I couldn’t breathe easy.
The rest of the story is shady. He left me and I guess he drove off. I went to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face to try to cool down and relax. I was ready to tell Tom I was going home for the day if he came back. I looked really unappealing. When I got out of the bathroom and went back to taking orders, two of the four kids ran in the front door and told me to call the cops because he’s stealing more stuff. I said I was going to stay out of it. I was trying to cool down. The two left and that was the last I heard.
Time for a reaction! Later that day, Cierra asked me how I would have handled the situation in Tom’s shoes. I think Tom handled the entire situation so childishly. First off, when he stormed in to tell them to get the boards out, he talked to them as if they were inferiors. He was terribly ageist, I’m sure if a couple old ladies with skateboards were to come inside, he wouldn’t say a thing. They had skateboards and they were fourteen year old boys, they had to be up to no good. If Tom came back later that night, I was ready to call him out on everything. He was so irrational. He didn’t propose anything for them; he came in as if they had already done something to him. I don’t think Tom had a childhood, he’s too cold hearted. I burnt out thinking about what happened and why. I really want Tom to approach me about this in the near future.
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I have a lot more material but I guess I’ll stop here and take a few reactions from what I have here. Thanks for reading. Appreciate comments.
Not sure where to start this one. It might be jumbled up but it should come together in the end. Here’s a little story: I always had issues in all of my Spanish classes. Either I wasn’t clicking with the teacher or I didn’t like the way the teacher taught the material. Mr. Corpus came along and he was amazing. He was real and he taught not only Spanish but embedded hidden life lessons into his lectures. Needless to say, he was a wise old man and an inspiration.
In the years following my year in his class, I would only see him in the hallway every once in a while where we would exchange some ‘hello’s. The school had entered its renovation in these years and the windows in Corpus’ classroom were boarded up. His room was uncomfortably hot and dusty, noticeably unhealthy. He began to fall ill consecutively to a number of respiratory problems. There was a chance that his problems were coming from something else, but it was pretty convincing that his room’s conditions were not helping the guy get better.
There’s more to the story though. During my spring break last week, I happened to run into Mr. Corpus at the mall. He recognized me right away which made me happy. I didn’t know any bit of the story until I accused him of ditching us for another school. He began to tell me his side.
He began to notice problems when the boards went up and thought it was just going to be a quick thing his immune system would take care of. That wasn’t the deal. He moved from one respiratory problem to the next. Having such seniority as working for the school system for thirty four years, he went to the administration expecting some action to be taken on behalf of his condition. Instead of helping him with medical expenses or investigating the situation, they brushed him off. They figured he was just old and slowly dieing. They told him he was the only one having problems. He knew that wasn’t true, no one spoke up.
It’s interesting because if news of his problems got out to the public, the entire renovation would be threatened. So the higher-ups told Corpus to deal with it. It got to the point where they told him they didn’t care if he left. So he did.
If anyone is wondering where he is now, he’s doing just fine in South Windsor. He’s making more money with better benefits and he’s healthy. It was great to run into him and hear that all is well, especially after having him leave so suddenly.
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Now I move onto some more authoritative bullshit. I guess I’ll set the scene by introducing the reader to the guy who owns the five or so Dunkin’ Donuts in town. His name is Tom, and he lives a sad life. From my understanding, he’s not much of a family man, he lives single with his dogs, and I’ve never seen him smile. I only see him when I work Sundays and it’s only for a minute or two when he walks past me with a frown and talks to the manager in charge for less than a minute and leaves. I never really respected the guy. He never talked to me. This past Sunday was another story.
We are clearly moving into the warmer months of the year. The nice transition between winter and summer called spring. There are these four kids who come almost every day on their skateboards for a donut and a break from skating around town all day. They are really clean, they always pick up after themselves, say please and thank you, and talk to us. They always bring their skateboards inside and lay them on the ground next to their table. They don’t skate around inside and they aren’t loud. If any other customer comes in while they are there, they respect their privacy.
On Sunday, Tom storms into the front door and sees the kids there. He tells them “Get those boards out of here now.” They tell him they don’t want to leave them outside for someone to steal them and that there is no sign anywhere that says they can’t bring them inside. Hell, I don’t even see any problem in that. It can’t be a deal of space; I’ve seen women come in with bigger purses than their skateboards. It can’t be a deal of dirt; I’ve seen people with muddier boots or grassier cleats than their skateboards. After they explained that to him, he told them to get out. They went outside angrily. He wasn’t even in uniform, he was actually wearing a t-shirt and short shorts like he just came from the gym.
He left to go to the other store. The kids waited for him to leave and came inside right as he was leaving. They came in asking who he was and called him a dick among other things. They were scared to have him come back with their boards still inside so one of them ran to the back of the store and hid his board there. I told them that if there’s a problem they can get the police involved. After I said that, one of the kids pointed out that Tom was back. They just sat down and waited for him to come inside. I was standing by the drive-thru window when Tom pulled up. He handed me keys to close up later and said, “Tell those boys ‘Thanks for the board’” as he laughed, pointing out a board he had in the passenger seat of his car. He laughed and drove off. The board he had belonged to the kid who put his board out back. He saw him in the drive-thru and asked what Tom wanted. I didn’t mention that he had a board and that he just dropped off keys.
The kid went back to check on his board and noticed it was gone. He began swearing up a storm. At that point I started reacting in my own way. I was pissed at Tom, he was acting so childish. Five or ten minutes later he called to have the kids wait out back. Five minutes after they went out back, Tom came inside and approached me. He asked me if the kids should call the cops on him. I told him he was being ridiculous and unfair. I told him that the boards were never a problem, the kids were regulars, and we don’t even provide a safe place to put the boards. I explained to him that I had been in their situation and that they respect the place. He said, “Tough shit,” then walked away repeating ‘call the cops? Jesus Christ’ under his breath. After that confrontation, I got so heated; my body began to show it. My face was blotched red and I began to sweat and shake. My throat felt so tight I couldn’t breathe easy.
The rest of the story is shady. He left me and I guess he drove off. I went to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face to try to cool down and relax. I was ready to tell Tom I was going home for the day if he came back. I looked really unappealing. When I got out of the bathroom and went back to taking orders, two of the four kids ran in the front door and told me to call the cops because he’s stealing more stuff. I said I was going to stay out of it. I was trying to cool down. The two left and that was the last I heard.
Time for a reaction! Later that day, Cierra asked me how I would have handled the situation in Tom’s shoes. I think Tom handled the entire situation so childishly. First off, when he stormed in to tell them to get the boards out, he talked to them as if they were inferiors. He was terribly ageist, I’m sure if a couple old ladies with skateboards were to come inside, he wouldn’t say a thing. They had skateboards and they were fourteen year old boys, they had to be up to no good. If Tom came back later that night, I was ready to call him out on everything. He was so irrational. He didn’t propose anything for them; he came in as if they had already done something to him. I don’t think Tom had a childhood, he’s too cold hearted. I burnt out thinking about what happened and why. I really want Tom to approach me about this in the near future.
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I have a lot more material but I guess I’ll stop here and take a few reactions from what I have here. Thanks for reading. Appreciate comments.