So, I'm in the doorway of the ladies restroom and I see the cleaning lady in there. She is short and a little chubby with dyed reddish/brown curly hair. She has her back to me, but then she turns around, so I say "Hi."
Then she says with the whole 'ese' headbob (not sure if that is universally recognized, but I have confidence in my audience), "It's closed."
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
screaming idiot
As I opened the door to go down the stairway in my apartment building, someone was coming up.
I was startled. I screamed. Really loud.
Right in my neighbor's face.
She then said, "I'm so sorry. I didn't know I was that scary." She was really nice about it.
Sorry neighbor.
I scream easily.
I was startled. I screamed. Really loud.
Right in my neighbor's face.
She then said, "I'm so sorry. I didn't know I was that scary." She was really nice about it.
Sorry neighbor.
I scream easily.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
yellow tales
J sent me an email that his mom sent him. Here is the comical excerpt.
"HT and I e-mail each other regularly each week. She sent some good pictures of us when we were in Tenn. Quite naturally you and her picture were the first one in the photo book. Moma said ya'll favor and were the same complexion. Hopefully you two are not kin."
I think we're safe on that one. Unless J has some Chinese in him that he's not telling me about. I just thought it was funny that his grandma made that comment. Hilarious.
"HT and I e-mail each other regularly each week. She sent some good pictures of us when we were in Tenn. Quite naturally you and her picture were the first one in the photo book. Moma said ya'll favor and were the same complexion. Hopefully you two are not kin."
I think we're safe on that one. Unless J has some Chinese in him that he's not telling me about. I just thought it was funny that his grandma made that comment. Hilarious.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
new guy
Work is still boring as ever, but my co-workers make things a bit more interesting.
The new guy is a tall, brown-haired, blue-eyed 40+ white man. I try my best to be nice to him but there has been no real rapport established. I have had more chats with this other guy though, B. He is my age and he has some witty things to say here and there.
Anyway, we had a meeting the other day. So, when it was about time to head over to the meeting I asked B if he was ready to go. B then asked New Guy if he was coming. New Guy got up as if he was going to follow us to the meeting. B and I got to the elevator and NG was nowhere to be seen. So, we headed off without him.
We lost NG. I guess he doesn't want to be our friend.
The new guy is a tall, brown-haired, blue-eyed 40+ white man. I try my best to be nice to him but there has been no real rapport established. I have had more chats with this other guy though, B. He is my age and he has some witty things to say here and there.
Anyway, we had a meeting the other day. So, when it was about time to head over to the meeting I asked B if he was ready to go. B then asked New Guy if he was coming. New Guy got up as if he was going to follow us to the meeting. B and I got to the elevator and NG was nowhere to be seen. So, we headed off without him.
We lost NG. I guess he doesn't want to be our friend.
racial rejects
So, last weekend when Effie was visiting, she mentioned that she is a racial reject. Eureka!! Me too! We never really defined the term, so here is my attempt. A Racial Reject is someone who is not seen as _______ (fill in blank with the reject's racial group) enough for their cultural cohorts. I don't think white people can be RRs because they are in such a majority that they have plenty of subsets to choose from and other cultures who will accept them as the token white person in their group (or they could simply adopt aspects of a culture - music, food, language, etc.). No one will fault a white person for being interested in another culture as long as they aren't making a mockery of it, whereas anyone else's racial group will quickly spot a RR.
I was at dinner once with a bunch of my brother's friends and friends of friends. There was a kid there that didn't know me or my brother. Roomie and I ended up giving him a ride home and on the way, his impressions of me and my brother came out. Based on appearance, my brother looks a lot more "Asian" (ahem, fobbish) than I do. No one would spot my brother as a RR. However, my brother can not understand or speak any Chinese. The kid then said that I looked like I didn't speak Chinese. The kid had me pegged for an RR solely based on my appearance.
Knowing a language or any of the cultural norms is not what makes you part of your racial group. It is greatly dependant on appearance and your general life perspective.
I have made mention before about my lack of appeal towards Asian men. I'm missing Asian energy apparently. And I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that I have a very non-traditional Asian household. My parents came from two different countries, met in America, rushed into marriage, had kids and then a messy divorce. My uber-traditional dad did not have a major role in my childhood and my mom ended up marrying a black man.
I was fortunate to grow up in a place where I was surrounded by different races and could always find at least one person who looked similar to me. Early on, I gravitated towards those people, but I wasn't exclusive. In middle school, I had my little Asian clique, which was mainly exclusive. That fell to the wayside in high school, though I still had a few Asian friends. In college, I remember thinking that all the Asian kids travelled around in huge packs wearing black and I didn't want to be a part of that. There was one Chinese girl who I befriended for a short while, but then I realized she was shady.
I think for a lot of Asian people (at least on the East Coast), going to college was the first time that there were pockets of Asians for them to befriend, so they immerse themselves into it. I had that exposure early on and didn't really feel as if I fit in that well. My Chinese speaking skills weren't very sharp and they seemed a lot more materialistic than me. I think in the back of my mind I knew that there were certain expectations that I couldn't live up to and also some that of which I was not aware.
No one wants to quantify their _______-ness. I think in Black culture, they are a lot harder on their RRs. Asian RRs don't have to confront that as often because there aren't as many Asian people around. There are also cultural differences. Black people will give looks and make comments about RRs, whereas Asian people will just avoid or ignore them. I'm not sure how one becomes a RR. Environment, interests, experiences?
A distinction needs to be made between RRs and people that have openly rejected their race (for example, the black person in the white greek organization). They have motives, unlike the RR. They might feel some sort of shame against their culture or perhaps they are trying to feel special in the sea of whiteness.
I think we have to have some sort of sympathy for the RR. We don't mean to defy the expectations, we just can't bring ourselves to succumb to them and not be who we are. It's an internal struggle. I mean, isn't it hard enough not to fit in? Can we fault the RR for being who they are? It's just not fair. I'm going to start a club. More to come later, hopefully.
I was at dinner once with a bunch of my brother's friends and friends of friends. There was a kid there that didn't know me or my brother. Roomie and I ended up giving him a ride home and on the way, his impressions of me and my brother came out. Based on appearance, my brother looks a lot more "Asian" (ahem, fobbish) than I do. No one would spot my brother as a RR. However, my brother can not understand or speak any Chinese. The kid then said that I looked like I didn't speak Chinese. The kid had me pegged for an RR solely based on my appearance.
Knowing a language or any of the cultural norms is not what makes you part of your racial group. It is greatly dependant on appearance and your general life perspective.
I have made mention before about my lack of appeal towards Asian men. I'm missing Asian energy apparently. And I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that I have a very non-traditional Asian household. My parents came from two different countries, met in America, rushed into marriage, had kids and then a messy divorce. My uber-traditional dad did not have a major role in my childhood and my mom ended up marrying a black man.
I was fortunate to grow up in a place where I was surrounded by different races and could always find at least one person who looked similar to me. Early on, I gravitated towards those people, but I wasn't exclusive. In middle school, I had my little Asian clique, which was mainly exclusive. That fell to the wayside in high school, though I still had a few Asian friends. In college, I remember thinking that all the Asian kids travelled around in huge packs wearing black and I didn't want to be a part of that. There was one Chinese girl who I befriended for a short while, but then I realized she was shady.
I think for a lot of Asian people (at least on the East Coast), going to college was the first time that there were pockets of Asians for them to befriend, so they immerse themselves into it. I had that exposure early on and didn't really feel as if I fit in that well. My Chinese speaking skills weren't very sharp and they seemed a lot more materialistic than me. I think in the back of my mind I knew that there were certain expectations that I couldn't live up to and also some that of which I was not aware.
No one wants to quantify their _______-ness. I think in Black culture, they are a lot harder on their RRs. Asian RRs don't have to confront that as often because there aren't as many Asian people around. There are also cultural differences. Black people will give looks and make comments about RRs, whereas Asian people will just avoid or ignore them. I'm not sure how one becomes a RR. Environment, interests, experiences?
A distinction needs to be made between RRs and people that have openly rejected their race (for example, the black person in the white greek organization). They have motives, unlike the RR. They might feel some sort of shame against their culture or perhaps they are trying to feel special in the sea of whiteness.
I think we have to have some sort of sympathy for the RR. We don't mean to defy the expectations, we just can't bring ourselves to succumb to them and not be who we are. It's an internal struggle. I mean, isn't it hard enough not to fit in? Can we fault the RR for being who they are? It's just not fair. I'm going to start a club. More to come later, hopefully.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
where do they pick up these things?
Today, my 70+ Japanese co-worker came up to me and said, "I'm sick of these f-ing errors."
He didn't say the f-word, but just effing.
For clarification, he is not the fogie I complained about in a previous blog. That oldie actually got fired last week and he was Indian, I believe. He couldn't keep up, so they had to let him go. And, I think he was kind of lazy as well. We're getting a new guy next week. Should be interesting.
He didn't say the f-word, but just effing.
For clarification, he is not the fogie I complained about in a previous blog. That oldie actually got fired last week and he was Indian, I believe. He couldn't keep up, so they had to let him go. And, I think he was kind of lazy as well. We're getting a new guy next week. Should be interesting.
Friday, September 28, 2007
ain't a thing but a chicken wing
Did you know squirrels eat chicken bones?
Walking towards my apartment I saw a squirrel with something in its mouth climbing up a tree. It was a rather large object compared to what I imagine a squirrel to be carrying (y'know...small fruits and nuts). Once the squirrel got up the tree, he perched himself on a branch and lo and behold, he was gnawing on a chicken bone.
Walking towards my apartment I saw a squirrel with something in its mouth climbing up a tree. It was a rather large object compared to what I imagine a squirrel to be carrying (y'know...small fruits and nuts). Once the squirrel got up the tree, he perched himself on a branch and lo and behold, he was gnawing on a chicken bone.
Friday, September 21, 2007
fogies
Sometimes old people are funny. They try to tell you how to do things, despite the fact that some of their techniques are completely outdated, prehistoric even. An older co-worker was trying to instruct me on how to fill out some sheet. Now, this is something that I've been doing for awhile now, and have had no complaints about until today. I made a minor mistake because some of the books were out of order and he proceeds to give me a 15 minute tutorial. I didn't mind, I'm at work, I've got time to kill. And I did learn about a few nuances that I didn't know before (space versus no space, all caps for months... really IMPORTANT stuff...). What I did mind, however was that he acted like he knew everything. And sorry, Mr. Man... you don't. I later had to correct a few mistakes that he had made, but I didn't feel the need to go over and give him a lecture about it. It's not my style. Hopefully, I won't become one of those old people.
Monday, August 27, 2007
do we know ourselves better when we're children?
The other day I met up with my best friend from first grade for dinner. Our friendship dwindled during high school and we grew apart. We didn't have a falling out or anything, we just ended up hanging out with different crowds. I am not sure what drew us to become friends initially. Perhaps I just wanted to have a friend who looked like me (she's 3/4 Chinese, 1/4 Native American). I am not sure if we had anything else in common. We always had fun when we hung out though.
As we caught up over dinner, we came to find out that our post-college lives have been quite similar. She served a year with AmeriCorps and she even considered a masters in library science at University of Maryland. Like me, she also considered being a school counselor. She has finally settled on starting her career in the field of social work - a field that I could have seen myself getting suckered into.
It's funny how our paths diverged so much during high school and then so shockingly close in our adult lives. In terms of post-college lives, I'd say none of my friends' lives are as similar to mine (with the exception for my Boston friends). So, perhaps in my early, early years, I was able to pick out like-minded individuals or maybe our childhood inclinations foretell a lot more about our adult personalities and interests than we think.
As we caught up over dinner, we came to find out that our post-college lives have been quite similar. She served a year with AmeriCorps and she even considered a masters in library science at University of Maryland. Like me, she also considered being a school counselor. She has finally settled on starting her career in the field of social work - a field that I could have seen myself getting suckered into.
It's funny how our paths diverged so much during high school and then so shockingly close in our adult lives. In terms of post-college lives, I'd say none of my friends' lives are as similar to mine (with the exception for my Boston friends). So, perhaps in my early, early years, I was able to pick out like-minded individuals or maybe our childhood inclinations foretell a lot more about our adult personalities and interests than we think.
i've missed blogging and my roomie
Today Jefe mentioned that he had a truck of books about growing marijauna. I commented that my ex-boyfriend would have found that interesting. Then he said so would his ex-wife!!! It was jaw-dropping. I learned more about the ex-wife and the divorce drama today. So very interesting, so glad it's not my life. *whew*
Life is so different now, but also getting back to normal, if that makes sense. Roomie is back from Japan so there is someone else in this space again, which I missed (though I did enjoy the freedom of roaming around naked). It's good to have her back again. In our time apart, we have become altered individuals - her by a new and different culture and me by a new and different relationship. I would like to think that we are more balanced than we were before. We've found a center for ourselves in the post-ballet academy chaos.
We are both starting grad school this week so there is a whole new schedule to work out and roomie bonding time to coordinate. We will have to commence our chatting about life observations (our own lives and the lives others...) There is so much catching up to do, but as for me... I also have sleep to catch up on.
Life is so different now, but also getting back to normal, if that makes sense. Roomie is back from Japan so there is someone else in this space again, which I missed (though I did enjoy the freedom of roaming around naked). It's good to have her back again. In our time apart, we have become altered individuals - her by a new and different culture and me by a new and different relationship. I would like to think that we are more balanced than we were before. We've found a center for ourselves in the post-ballet academy chaos.
We are both starting grad school this week so there is a whole new schedule to work out and roomie bonding time to coordinate. We will have to commence our chatting about life observations (our own lives and the lives others...) There is so much catching up to do, but as for me... I also have sleep to catch up on.
Friday, August 17, 2007
more awkwardness with jefe
So, my boss isn't in the best shape. Ok, he's kind of fat. The weird thing is how he mentions it all the time. He's constantly talking about how he needs to go on a diet or "get rid of this" while gesturing to his spare tire. I think he's a little obsessed with it. "I need to lose this so I can get dates. My friends say that women don't care and that I should lose the weight for myself, but that's my motivation."
So weird. I wonder how he got dates in the first place. He used to be married. So bizarre.
The book I'm currently reading is called The Golden Compass. It has an elaborate web of characters with a lot of underlying motives and schemes. In the dullness of my work environment I've begun to apply some of these traits to the people that I work with. There are the bad guys who mask themselves as nice guys and then the good person who is a martyr that the rest of them plot against. Of course, I'm rooting for the underdog, while having to put on my own mask for the bad guys. Yeah, work is really boring. I can tolerate it for the time being since I know that I will be in school soon (August 29th!!!) and I won't be here forever. At least I hope not!
So weird. I wonder how he got dates in the first place. He used to be married. So bizarre.
The book I'm currently reading is called The Golden Compass. It has an elaborate web of characters with a lot of underlying motives and schemes. In the dullness of my work environment I've begun to apply some of these traits to the people that I work with. There are the bad guys who mask themselves as nice guys and then the good person who is a martyr that the rest of them plot against. Of course, I'm rooting for the underdog, while having to put on my own mask for the bad guys. Yeah, work is really boring. I can tolerate it for the time being since I know that I will be in school soon (August 29th!!!) and I won't be here forever. At least I hope not!
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
divas in the moonlight
It's time for Girl Scout Camp again! Things got off to a rocky start because I'm a Bus Monitor for this camp on top of my Unit Leader duties. The bus arrived about an hour late so all my girls were already there waiting for me. I felt awful.
Anyway, my unit color is yellow and the girls decided that we should be "The Stars." I think it's cute.
One little girl in my unit is also a bus rider so she asked to sit with me on the bus. She's the cutest thing, olive skin and curly brown hair.
On the bus, we talked about a number of things, such as the Tooth Fairy and about why eating fruits and vegetables is good for you. She recently received $2 for a tooth. Inflation!!! I don't recall how much I received, but I want to say it was pocket change. Is $2 now pocket change or are little girls' teeth more valuable now than before? Hmm...
Another interesting topic that came up was religion. I'm not sure where it came from, but seemingly out of the blue, she said,
"God made us."
"Oh yeah? What else did he make?"
thinking "He made EVERYTHING."
"Where did you learn that?"
"Nowhere, I just always knowed."
It was pretty darn precious.
She is obviously one of my favorites, though she has some brat tendencies. She likes to take her time finishing things, so someone is always having to stay back with her or the whole group has to wait for her. Such a Diva... My other favorite so far is another little girl named Samantha. I'm not sure why I like her. She has a quiet demeanor, but not out of shyness. I think she is just very observant.
Anyway, my unit color is yellow and the girls decided that we should be "The Stars." I think it's cute.
One little girl in my unit is also a bus rider so she asked to sit with me on the bus. She's the cutest thing, olive skin and curly brown hair.
On the bus, we talked about a number of things, such as the Tooth Fairy and about why eating fruits and vegetables is good for you. She recently received $2 for a tooth. Inflation!!! I don't recall how much I received, but I want to say it was pocket change. Is $2 now pocket change or are little girls' teeth more valuable now than before? Hmm...
Another interesting topic that came up was religion. I'm not sure where it came from, but seemingly out of the blue, she said,
"God made us."
"Oh yeah? What else did he make?"
thinking "He made EVERYTHING."
"Where did you learn that?"
"Nowhere, I just always knowed."
It was pretty darn precious.
She is obviously one of my favorites, though she has some brat tendencies. She likes to take her time finishing things, so someone is always having to stay back with her or the whole group has to wait for her. Such a Diva... My other favorite so far is another little girl named Samantha. I'm not sure why I like her. She has a quiet demeanor, but not out of shyness. I think she is just very observant.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
sticky business
Every summer I inevitably step in gum. It creates a stringy mess and I hate it. Today, I saw that humans are not the only beings susceptible to this predicament. I saw a pigeon with a wad of gum stuck to his foot.
I'm glad I wear shoes.
I'm glad I wear shoes.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
I found a penis in my water bottle!!!
It was actually just ice in the shape of a penis, but imagine drinking your Dasani and having a penis dead in your face. I wish I took a picture. I am not sure if the ice penis can be recreated, but next time, I'll be more prepared.
In case you were wondering, there were no balls.
In case you were wondering, there were no balls.
i like a little corn in the morning
When I got off the metro today, I saw a girl dressed up as an ear of corn, husks and all. She looked so cheery. There were people around her talking about green energy and trying to hand out things, but I didn't accept any of their pamphlets. Seeing the girl really made my day for some reason and I had to think back to the day that I dressed up like a cow. Oh, Corngirl... I feel your shame.
Friday, July 13, 2007
summer obsession
I love "So You Think You Can Dance!" It has been the highlight of my summer. This season, there is a guy on it who used to go to the ballet academy - Danny. He has amazing technique and is a great dancer to watch, but there is a disconnect. He comes off as very arrogant and I think that this is indicative of how A LOT of the kids at the ballet academy are. Isn't that crazy? Now you have an idea of the attitudes that I had to deal with this past year.
I actually ran into a couple of the boys from the ballet academy a couple days ago while I was coming back from the library (and the liquor store, which they noticed from the brown paper bag I was carrying). Running into them made me a little nostalgic for the kid interaction, but that only lasts about 5 minutes, if that.
Things are going well at the LOC. It's pretty mindless, but I guess it's a good resume builder and I'll have great resources while I'm in grad school. We'll see how the 9-5 works out for me.
I actually ran into a couple of the boys from the ballet academy a couple days ago while I was coming back from the library (and the liquor store, which they noticed from the brown paper bag I was carrying). Running into them made me a little nostalgic for the kid interaction, but that only lasts about 5 minutes, if that.
Things are going well at the LOC. It's pretty mindless, but I guess it's a good resume builder and I'll have great resources while I'm in grad school. We'll see how the 9-5 works out for me.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
awkward...
My new supervisor is recently divorced. Ever since the first day we started work he has informed us of this - how he's billed by his lawyer, how he's 36 and divorced, etc. As if all of that isn't strange on its own, today while we are talking about work emails, he says, "Just type my last name into the send window. Nobody else in the LOC has my last name. Nobody wants my last name."
*crickets*
I don't suppose that's the type of joke you laugh at, huh? Don't worry, I didn't. I just pretended like he didn't say it.
*crickets*
I don't suppose that's the type of joke you laugh at, huh? Don't worry, I didn't. I just pretended like he didn't say it.
Sunday, July 08, 2007
things that make me laugh
- the Honduran souvenir that my mom's friend gave her
- packing my lunch for work
- making corny jokes
- "Lean like a Cholo"
- packing my lunch for work
- making corny jokes
- "Lean like a Cholo"
Thursday, July 05, 2007
confused
My ever unpredictable life has surprised me once again. Who would have guessed that I would have to put off work for a week in order to help plan a funeral?
Yeah. I really couldn't find a better way to say it. My stepdad passed away and I've been forced to put aside my own selfish plans and wants. I just never anticipated any of this. I guess no one did. Needless to say, it has been an emotional experience. Anger and frustration topped the list, but I think they have subsided. I've more or less come to terms with the whole situation and I'm ready to move forward. After this Saturday, it will be behind me.
Perhaps I will have more on this later when I have further processed. Right now I'd just like to regain a sense of balance and order.
Yeah. I really couldn't find a better way to say it. My stepdad passed away and I've been forced to put aside my own selfish plans and wants. I just never anticipated any of this. I guess no one did. Needless to say, it has been an emotional experience. Anger and frustration topped the list, but I think they have subsided. I've more or less come to terms with the whole situation and I'm ready to move forward. After this Saturday, it will be behind me.
Perhaps I will have more on this later when I have further processed. Right now I'd just like to regain a sense of balance and order.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)