I can be a total prick sometimes. Really.
I don't know if it's because the previous block opened my eyes, the cold of the refridgerated classroom or just that hitting the 6 month mark my tolerance for my classmates shortcomings has become to falter but I'm feeling a bit more spiteful and smartassy than usual. As with all things perhaps a break is needed from either work or the class. The one week I had off at the beginning of August wasn't really considered a break since I was sick those 5 days in most horrible soul sapping weather.
To bring people up to speed, during July was my Stocks, Soups and sauces class. Fun but also the start of a bit more labourious work in the kitchen. Stock making involves more heaving lifting than a few carrots and heads of lettuce resulting in taking an entire box of frozen veal bones and smashing them onto the floor in order to break them free enough to make stock.
"Corey" elevated her status from bitch to Grade A fucking cunt in the week our group was in stocks. While the rest of the group had done all the motions required for stock making, from cutting the ingredients, draining the huge pots aka steam kettles and cleaning them. Corey just sat back and only cut ingredients. A faceoff occured on the last day with missing classmates, all of us in our group decided to tend to other stations hoping that she'd get the hint to drain one of the the last stocks we made before the break. She stood pacing around, hands behind her back for half an hour doing nothing. I broke first, knowing that if she wasn't going to drain it, no one would but luckily we were making fish stock. It only takes 45 minutes to make.
"Lex" is what you could call an alpha male in the group. Total Type A personality, he wants people to notice him, to know him and to understand through admiration of him. It helps that he ran a kitchen for a while, but when it came to him asking me to tell Corey to drain the fish stock, I declined and asked him to do it. "No you do it," he said with debating skill of an 8 year old. Feeling like Tigh from BSG taking a dirty order from Adama, I followed Corey to the dish area, asked her to wait and handed her the buckets for stock telling her "Here...these are to drain the fish stock." I never mentioned that it was for her to drain it, but to drain in general. Still she went to drain the stock and had the nerve of coming up to me afterwards, "I drained the stock Stephen and now that I can't make the ceaser salad, where is the garbage can to clean up the pot?"
I'm normally slow with reacting wittily or accurately to some insults on my character or at least some confrontations but in the rare occassion it works out for me. I just reacted saying where the items were and left her, showing no emotion on my part. Basically it came off as me not caring jack shit about her complaint or her passive agressive tone. She whipped the garbage bag angrily open in my presence and while it caught my attention on the inside, I just walked by not caring.
I'm in butchery now and I hate being pushed around. I think it stems from being a geeky like kid, hardly the leader type or part of the upper heirchy of the school ladder. It's not that I wanted to be up there, but I just wanted a bit of respect. While that seems to translate often to being an asshole to your inferiors (something which I find very difficult to do) once in a while I felt either singled out or stepped upon. I guess it's just a feeling of betrayal, you think that you have a fine relationship between people and one simple little act might miscommunicate to me that you see me nothing more than a stranger you know than a friend you cherish.
Spending 5 months with my classmates, I've gotten used to most of them. Probably pissed off quite a few with my own antics but I try to think that it's in good fun. However two days in a row I've had my space taken. I don't know why I'm so territorial sometimes, maybe because I haven't had a place of my own and therefore any space outside of the home setting I feel connected significantly to it. Maybe because it's back to the my childhood of not wanting to be pushed around. However the first day I marked my space with my hat only to have it moved over. It was more of an experient to see if Thomas would move it in order to stand by a classmate that he usually stands by. This is almost expected because he butt in line before me.
The second day sent me on a passive agressive rampage of sorts. During the demo of how to break down a lamb, Benito, a rugby player who has bagged 27 women so he says, took my spot. I asked him to him and he said I left so he's staying. Knowing from the previous day that he hated dead baby jokes, I proceeded to tell him a list of dead baby jokes just to make him uncomfortable. I went so far as to browse the internet during our break to attain more dead baby jokes. I followed him around telling them and even set up beside him to tell more jokes. He tried to retort back by replying to my jokes saying "Your mom?" and saying "How do you make a Chinamen cry? Punch him in the face." I was unphased by the semi-racist remark and threat as I continued to tell the jokes.
I explained partially why I feel this way; which is the basis of this blog post. He said he didn't care and then asking me to give it up. I said I was just making conversation and I wanted to make him as uncomfortable and annoyed as possible for the day. The next day will be fine because I would have gotten this out of my system and personally I don't usually hold a grudge for long. Only as long as to get my expected result, but I touched upon territory that he didn't want to talk about. Mainly the worst relationship that he had which he said was too personal. I found that a bit hypocritical considering how much he devulged of the sex he had with two women or swapping with a buddy (I suppose an orgy), his want to get himself tested for STDs among other things. I'd like to say that I was satisfied, but I'm not. However I've gotten to a point in life that I think I know when to stop with being a completely spiteful prick to someone.
I hate ignorance, I hate people who try to hide their faults that people recognize so clearly. It might be due to my own constant over self analyzation of my own character, but everyone should be aware of how they affect other people around themselves. I'm not talking about manners here, I'm talking about knowing what you do and say and figuring out what you should do about it but most importantly knowing that the end result of your action is what you fullly want and expected...not some stupid miscommunication.
To bring people up to speed, during July was my Stocks, Soups and sauces class. Fun but also the start of a bit more labourious work in the kitchen. Stock making involves more heaving lifting than a few carrots and heads of lettuce resulting in taking an entire box of frozen veal bones and smashing them onto the floor in order to break them free enough to make stock.
"Corey" elevated her status from bitch to Grade A fucking cunt in the week our group was in stocks. While the rest of the group had done all the motions required for stock making, from cutting the ingredients, draining the huge pots aka steam kettles and cleaning them. Corey just sat back and only cut ingredients. A faceoff occured on the last day with missing classmates, all of us in our group decided to tend to other stations hoping that she'd get the hint to drain one of the the last stocks we made before the break. She stood pacing around, hands behind her back for half an hour doing nothing. I broke first, knowing that if she wasn't going to drain it, no one would but luckily we were making fish stock. It only takes 45 minutes to make.
"Lex" is what you could call an alpha male in the group. Total Type A personality, he wants people to notice him, to know him and to understand through admiration of him. It helps that he ran a kitchen for a while, but when it came to him asking me to tell Corey to drain the fish stock, I declined and asked him to do it. "No you do it," he said with debating skill of an 8 year old. Feeling like Tigh from BSG taking a dirty order from Adama, I followed Corey to the dish area, asked her to wait and handed her the buckets for stock telling her "Here...these are to drain the fish stock." I never mentioned that it was for her to drain it, but to drain in general. Still she went to drain the stock and had the nerve of coming up to me afterwards, "I drained the stock Stephen and now that I can't make the ceaser salad, where is the garbage can to clean up the pot?"
I'm normally slow with reacting wittily or accurately to some insults on my character or at least some confrontations but in the rare occassion it works out for me. I just reacted saying where the items were and left her, showing no emotion on my part. Basically it came off as me not caring jack shit about her complaint or her passive agressive tone. She whipped the garbage bag angrily open in my presence and while it caught my attention on the inside, I just walked by not caring.
I'm in butchery now and I hate being pushed around. I think it stems from being a geeky like kid, hardly the leader type or part of the upper heirchy of the school ladder. It's not that I wanted to be up there, but I just wanted a bit of respect. While that seems to translate often to being an asshole to your inferiors (something which I find very difficult to do) once in a while I felt either singled out or stepped upon. I guess it's just a feeling of betrayal, you think that you have a fine relationship between people and one simple little act might miscommunicate to me that you see me nothing more than a stranger you know than a friend you cherish.
Spending 5 months with my classmates, I've gotten used to most of them. Probably pissed off quite a few with my own antics but I try to think that it's in good fun. However two days in a row I've had my space taken. I don't know why I'm so territorial sometimes, maybe because I haven't had a place of my own and therefore any space outside of the home setting I feel connected significantly to it. Maybe because it's back to the my childhood of not wanting to be pushed around. However the first day I marked my space with my hat only to have it moved over. It was more of an experient to see if Thomas would move it in order to stand by a classmate that he usually stands by. This is almost expected because he butt in line before me.
The second day sent me on a passive agressive rampage of sorts. During the demo of how to break down a lamb, Benito, a rugby player who has bagged 27 women so he says, took my spot. I asked him to him and he said I left so he's staying. Knowing from the previous day that he hated dead baby jokes, I proceeded to tell him a list of dead baby jokes just to make him uncomfortable. I went so far as to browse the internet during our break to attain more dead baby jokes. I followed him around telling them and even set up beside him to tell more jokes. He tried to retort back by replying to my jokes saying "Your mom?" and saying "How do you make a Chinamen cry? Punch him in the face." I was unphased by the semi-racist remark and threat as I continued to tell the jokes.
I explained partially why I feel this way; which is the basis of this blog post. He said he didn't care and then asking me to give it up. I said I was just making conversation and I wanted to make him as uncomfortable and annoyed as possible for the day. The next day will be fine because I would have gotten this out of my system and personally I don't usually hold a grudge for long. Only as long as to get my expected result, but I touched upon territory that he didn't want to talk about. Mainly the worst relationship that he had which he said was too personal. I found that a bit hypocritical considering how much he devulged of the sex he had with two women or swapping with a buddy (I suppose an orgy), his want to get himself tested for STDs among other things. I'd like to say that I was satisfied, but I'm not. However I've gotten to a point in life that I think I know when to stop with being a completely spiteful prick to someone.
I hate ignorance, I hate people who try to hide their faults that people recognize so clearly. It might be due to my own constant over self analyzation of my own character, but everyone should be aware of how they affect other people around themselves. I'm not talking about manners here, I'm talking about knowing what you do and say and figuring out what you should do about it but most importantly knowing that the end result of your action is what you fullly want and expected...not some stupid miscommunication.
