Damn, how cool must THAT be...
I was over at one of the other buildings here at work, and there was a problem with the computer. It was a networking issue, and basically just needed someone to look at it. And a guy came up and fixed it.
But consider it-- this guy is the TECH GUY at MICROSOFT. I mean, there are people out there who are tech guys at their own companies and think they're badasses for it. You know, they go around bossing others who aren't as tech-savvy and think, "What idiots. I'm SOOO much cooler." Even IF this guy has the same amount of skill as others out there, they still don't get the title "TECH GUY AT MICROSOFT."
On other REAL important news.. This area isn't nearly as prud-ish as I thought. Check it: Whenever you ask about someone in the US and find out that she's married, you go, "Dammit." The person gives you the response in a 'aww i'm sorry' kinda way, etc. Around HERE, it's a way different response. It's "She's married...." and then there's a little upturned tone to the voice at the end. What does it say? It basically communicates, "She's married..but... if you can work some magic.." NOT KIDDING. I don't think this is true of all of India, btw. I think it's what's happening a LOT in metropolitan Indian cities though. Yeah. Whew.
Peace
Thursday, March 03, 2005
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Monday, February 28, 2005
I am SUCH a badass. Or an idiot. Or brash. Or frikkin COOL. You can make up your mind on your own. Here's the breakdown:
So Jojin and Vinod and I go to a hotel to have a lunch buffet that they're offering. It's a relatively good spread, but it's slightly overpriced. Just after Vinod sits down, Jojin whispers something. "Those assholes are still looking." Completely lost, Vinod and I ask him about what's going on. There was another table of people, perhaps a group of about 20 people, including men and women. "They're staring over here, pointing, and laughing." I was mostly confused as to what on earth was so funny. "They're making fun of your hair," Jojin said quietly, and went back to his food, still steaming.
Now it's safe to say that I'm not exactly the most hot-headed of people. However, it may be the influence of Fight Club, it may not be, but I had this pang of anger in me. I mean, people make fun of me all the time (and I get them back for it), but this seemed totally unnecessary for them to do. "If they do it again, lemme know so that I can kick ass," I gleefully replied. "Nah, don't do anything stupid," Vinod chimed.
We went along, and I finished my meal. For some reason however, it kept nagging at me, and the tiny flame that was lit earlier in the meal had now become a brush fire. I pointed two fingers at Jojin, and said, "Pick one." He picked the left, my index finger. What he didn't know was that I had designated one the finger that would be picked for me to go and confront them. The other was for me to leave the issue alone.
He picked for me to go and confront them.
And I did.
I calmly went over to the table, and spoke with the guy at the head of the table. "You know, it's interesting," I calmly said, "when I was young, my mother told me never to point at people and stare. Not only did you all do that, you also thought it was hilarious enough to start laughing. As a result, I'd like an apology. Now."
The entire table had hushed by this point, and even the room was on edge, slightly brimming with tension.
One of the men replied, "Actually, we never did anything."
Denial. A plan of escape I hadn't expected, but one that fed my need for an apology further.
I spoke evenly. "Interesting, when an entire table looks a certain direction and points and laughs, it's usually a good sign that you DID do something."
"No we were all just pointing at each other."
"Oh of course, you expect me to believe that, right? Listen, all I'm saying is that I want an apology. Now. And I have to say that it's in your best interest to do so."
I was beside myself. Did I just make a threat? It wasn't even VEILED! What if 4 or 5 of the guys wanted to take me outside and teach me a lesson? Was I ready for it? My nerves became steel. Yes, I thought. I'm ready.
"Well sir, if that's what you got from us, I'm sorry."
"Good. An apology. A 'sorry'. That's all I needed." I walked back to my table. My heart was POUNDING, but I had kept an even demeanor the entire time. I looked cool. Calm. Collected. And most of all, THREATENING. I'm not saying that I want to become a bully or something, but it felt good exploring that side of me, somehow. I get taken very lightly most of the time, because I'm jovial, etc. But this time, I didn't feel like lying down and taking it. So I made a stand.
And it worked beautifully.
Whew.
Enough adventure for now.
Peace.
So Jojin and Vinod and I go to a hotel to have a lunch buffet that they're offering. It's a relatively good spread, but it's slightly overpriced. Just after Vinod sits down, Jojin whispers something. "Those assholes are still looking." Completely lost, Vinod and I ask him about what's going on. There was another table of people, perhaps a group of about 20 people, including men and women. "They're staring over here, pointing, and laughing." I was mostly confused as to what on earth was so funny. "They're making fun of your hair," Jojin said quietly, and went back to his food, still steaming.
Now it's safe to say that I'm not exactly the most hot-headed of people. However, it may be the influence of Fight Club, it may not be, but I had this pang of anger in me. I mean, people make fun of me all the time (and I get them back for it), but this seemed totally unnecessary for them to do. "If they do it again, lemme know so that I can kick ass," I gleefully replied. "Nah, don't do anything stupid," Vinod chimed.
We went along, and I finished my meal. For some reason however, it kept nagging at me, and the tiny flame that was lit earlier in the meal had now become a brush fire. I pointed two fingers at Jojin, and said, "Pick one." He picked the left, my index finger. What he didn't know was that I had designated one the finger that would be picked for me to go and confront them. The other was for me to leave the issue alone.
He picked for me to go and confront them.
And I did.
I calmly went over to the table, and spoke with the guy at the head of the table. "You know, it's interesting," I calmly said, "when I was young, my mother told me never to point at people and stare. Not only did you all do that, you also thought it was hilarious enough to start laughing. As a result, I'd like an apology. Now."
The entire table had hushed by this point, and even the room was on edge, slightly brimming with tension.
One of the men replied, "Actually, we never did anything."
Denial. A plan of escape I hadn't expected, but one that fed my need for an apology further.
I spoke evenly. "Interesting, when an entire table looks a certain direction and points and laughs, it's usually a good sign that you DID do something."
"No we were all just pointing at each other."
"Oh of course, you expect me to believe that, right? Listen, all I'm saying is that I want an apology. Now. And I have to say that it's in your best interest to do so."
I was beside myself. Did I just make a threat? It wasn't even VEILED! What if 4 or 5 of the guys wanted to take me outside and teach me a lesson? Was I ready for it? My nerves became steel. Yes, I thought. I'm ready.
"Well sir, if that's what you got from us, I'm sorry."
"Good. An apology. A 'sorry'. That's all I needed." I walked back to my table. My heart was POUNDING, but I had kept an even demeanor the entire time. I looked cool. Calm. Collected. And most of all, THREATENING. I'm not saying that I want to become a bully or something, but it felt good exploring that side of me, somehow. I get taken very lightly most of the time, because I'm jovial, etc. But this time, I didn't feel like lying down and taking it. So I made a stand.
And it worked beautifully.
Whew.
Enough adventure for now.
Peace.
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