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Even though I've left BBuy (for now), I still have to deal with customers in the fun and fast-paced world of academia (I'm a TA at a rather large university that attracts all kinds of rich, spoiled brats. FUN!)
Tonight I was home for labor day and my mom and I went to one of my favorite restaurants, a place we can rarely go to (It's a bit pricy) except on special occassiones. It's a nice Japanese steakhouse where the food is grilled right before you by the chef, and it's YUMMY! OH MAN IS IT YUMMY! At any rate, across from us was a family of SCs and a couple of SCs. The family consisted of Mama SC, Daddy SC, and little Baby SC (who was 7 or 8). They proceeded to treat the waitress (whose first language was NOT English) as if she were a complete moron and all but screamed at her when she wanted to double check about their order. Then the soup and salads came....
*Waitress is putting soup/salad on the table*
Baby SC: OH NO! I DON'T WANT THAT! MAMA TELL HER I DON'T WANT THAT!
Mama and Dadddy SC: ...
And then the chef comes to the table to cook the meal. The entire time, he's interacting with the SC family, particularly the kid. When it came time for him to put food on our plates, however, we all learned that Baby SC didn't want to at least try the stuff.
Baby SC: Mama I don't want it! I don't like it!
Mama SC: But you haven't even tried it yet! And he cooked it just for you!
Baby SC: I DON'T WANT IT! I DON'T WANT IT!
Even the chef was trying to get the kid to at least eat it. No such luck. The whole meal it was like this. Why in the hell would you bring a kid to that type of restaurant, anyway? They had to have spent $90, and the kid barely ate a thing, yet still managed to disturb the meals of others AND the whole family ended up offending the waitress and the chef. Good job, SCs.
And now we get to the fun of my students, recently graduated from high school and out on their own. Many of them will be the first to announce that their daddy is on the Board of Trustees for the university...and their daddy donated $999,999,999 to the university...and their daddy met their mommy here...and that all this immediately qualifies them for an A in the course.
...Er....yeah. Not so much.
One day my faculty mentor asked me to take roll for her, as she was helping other students do something else. No prob. I ask them to respond in Spanish when I call their names (This is Spanish 101), which doesn't seem too outlandish, does it (Speaking Spanish in a Spanish class...fancy that!). So this goes on for a few minutes, with some students responding and others not. Again, I repeat the instructions, thinking maybe I wasn't clear...and then Daddy's Baby(TM) pipes up.
Me: Ok, guys! When I call your name, please say "Aquí" o "Presente" (Both are Spanish for "Here").
DB(TM): OR I can jus say whatever I want.
Me:
Yeah...academia is a lot of fun. -_-
Tonight I was home for labor day and my mom and I went to one of my favorite restaurants, a place we can rarely go to (It's a bit pricy) except on special occassiones. It's a nice Japanese steakhouse where the food is grilled right before you by the chef, and it's YUMMY! OH MAN IS IT YUMMY! At any rate, across from us was a family of SCs and a couple of SCs. The family consisted of Mama SC, Daddy SC, and little Baby SC (who was 7 or 8). They proceeded to treat the waitress (whose first language was NOT English) as if she were a complete moron and all but screamed at her when she wanted to double check about their order. Then the soup and salads came....
*Waitress is putting soup/salad on the table*
Baby SC: OH NO! I DON'T WANT THAT! MAMA TELL HER I DON'T WANT THAT!
Mama and Dadddy SC: ...
And then the chef comes to the table to cook the meal. The entire time, he's interacting with the SC family, particularly the kid. When it came time for him to put food on our plates, however, we all learned that Baby SC didn't want to at least try the stuff.
Baby SC: Mama I don't want it! I don't like it!
Mama SC: But you haven't even tried it yet! And he cooked it just for you!
Baby SC: I DON'T WANT IT! I DON'T WANT IT!
Even the chef was trying to get the kid to at least eat it. No such luck. The whole meal it was like this. Why in the hell would you bring a kid to that type of restaurant, anyway? They had to have spent $90, and the kid barely ate a thing, yet still managed to disturb the meals of others AND the whole family ended up offending the waitress and the chef. Good job, SCs.
And now we get to the fun of my students, recently graduated from high school and out on their own. Many of them will be the first to announce that their daddy is on the Board of Trustees for the university...and their daddy donated $999,999,999 to the university...and their daddy met their mommy here...and that all this immediately qualifies them for an A in the course.
...Er....yeah. Not so much.
One day my faculty mentor asked me to take roll for her, as she was helping other students do something else. No prob. I ask them to respond in Spanish when I call their names (This is Spanish 101), which doesn't seem too outlandish, does it (Speaking Spanish in a Spanish class...fancy that!). So this goes on for a few minutes, with some students responding and others not. Again, I repeat the instructions, thinking maybe I wasn't clear...and then Daddy's Baby(TM) pipes up.
Me: Ok, guys! When I call your name, please say "Aquí" o "Presente" (Both are Spanish for "Here").
DB(TM): OR I can jus say whatever I want.
Me:
Yeah...academia is a lot of fun. -_-
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