Monday, December 15, 2003
Starbucks Experiences
I had an... interesting conversation with one of my co-workers yesterday. Quite insulting, really. I still boggle at the fact that she said this.
She asked me about my finals, and whether I'd done well.
"I got a B in one of my art classes," I answered, "but A's in the other two, so I was happy with that. But my English classes I don't know yet -- they're still up in the air. One of them, though, I'm not concerned about at all. I know I did well, and my professor thought I was really great."
My co-worker nodded. "Oh, he really liked you, huh? You think you got a good grade? Did you sleep with him or something?"
I stared for a few seconds. Now, I admit, the first thing that came into my mind was the image of my tall, lanky, and quite unattractive literature professor. And I responded in kind.
"Ewww!! No!"
Then my injured morals kicked in. "You're talking to a Catholic virgin, here. There's no way I'd do something like that," I informed her.
"Oh!" she said, "I'm sorry. But, you know, all the Catholic girls I know are bad girls. I've never met a 'good' Catholic girl."
"Well, you're talking to one now," I said, with a forced laugh. She'd just insulted my faith, too! After that I proceeded to take care of the customer that had walked up to the counter.
It was as I was making the drink that I realised that my intelligence was insulted too. I mean, she'd just intimated that I can't get a good grade without seducing a professor. Interesting conclusion coming from someone who barely knows me.
I decided it wasn't worth pursuing the conversation further in order to defend myself. But the oddest part about it was the fact that she was dead serious about the whole thing. There was no joke, but nor was there a malicious intent to anger or insult me. She thought she was asking a legitimate question.
The things that come out of people's mouths just baffle me sometimes.
Said co-worker was not present at the employee party last night, though. I attended with mixed expectations. Normally people hate work parties -- but this was OK. For one thing it was a group from our store only, and I like most of the people I work with. The people I'm iffy about were, thankfully, not present. And it was kind of fun to be around my co-workers and boss in a different setting. Plus there was wine.
We played a white elephant gift exchange -- it was supposed to be a five-dollars-and-under exchange, but I came away with a bottle of Merlot/Melbec (heh heh... underage people have to take these opportunities when they arise). I gave a funky rabbit-fur cat figurine. It's the scariest thing ever -- I thought it was hilarious. The consensus from everyone else: "That's horrid". But, hey, at least it wasn't as horrid as the elephant thong that my shift supervisor Jon gave. My other shift supervisor's husband chose Jon's present -- and I have to say, I'm not sure that gift could have found its way into the hands of a more appropriate person. Hee hee.
After that, we hung around and talked, and pretty much everyone proceeded to get trashed (except me). Sometimes I just feel so very innocent and pure and good, and mildly out of place beacuse of that -- and this was one of those times. A few of my co-workers disappeared into a different room to smoke marijuana at one point. In fact, I am quite certain that I was the only person present who had not had any experience with illegal drugs. I bragged about this fact.
"I'm the only GOOD person here! People like me are rare, but we do exist!"
Of course, this might get me disinvited to parties in the future. ;)
| 8:42 PM |
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