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FFS part 2
I knew that my previous message to the Pakistani kid wouldn't stop him. This morning I received this:
HI [MY NAME]
i can understand ur position but [my name] i expect from u that in near future when ever u got some suitable opportunity for me plz do contact with me , and plz keep on trying to find out some suitable place for me there.
thanks
You "expect"? You "EXPECT"?? Screw you, kid. I want so badly to tell him how utterly rude and presumptuous he's being. I want him to know that he's being offensive. I want to tell him that I will not be contacting him if anything comes up; that I will not be doing anything for him. Ever again.
Of course, responding in such a way would probably be unprofessional. Heh, I've just shown it to the Chair and he's disgusted and said it doesn't merit a reply. And I know it doesn't, but ARGH I just want him to KNOW what an asshole he is! Grrrr >_<.
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Monday morning I got up, walked to the train, sat down and rode to work. When I got up to get off the train, my back suddenly started hurting, and got worse. I don't know what the hell just sitting on the train did to it, but I missed work yesterday. Today I had no choice but to come in because the once-per-year huge Grad Office info session was this morning, and I absolutely cannot miss that. So I sat through it, on an uncomfortable tiny folding chair, for 2 hours and 15 minutes. My back is very unhappy >_<.
Last night we had a random power failure from about 11:00-11:15pm, then another starting around midnight. After 45 minutes I gave up and went to bed, but was awoken after 1:30am by the noises of things turning back on and the desk lamp Paul had left on in the computer room, and I had to get up with my sore back and all to go turn it off. Bleh.
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Saw Hairspray on Sunday, and it was fun, although I prefer the movie (in which they had removed the more ridiculous and/or creepy plot elements from the play). I really didn't like the woman playing Velma, but I preferred the play's Edna to John Travolta's one. This Edna at least sounded like a real person rather than an overdone Comic Book Guy. The woman playing Motormouth Maybelle had some set of pipes..."I Know Where I've Been" was the only song where the audience started cheering before the end of the song.
I did love how they got the audience to get up and dance at the very end. But what annoyed me was that I had two little boys sitting in front of me. Okay, parents? Don't you know anything about little boys? They are not interested in Broadway shows. Seriously. Don't giggle when you ask them what their favourite part was and they say "intermission". They're being serious!
And this isn't like a movie that I only paid $10 for and could go see again. I paid $85 for my ticket 6 months ago and have been waiting all this time to finally see the show. So leave your stupid little boys at home! A babysitter is a hell of a lot cheaper than paying for two seats! Argh. I mean, for two kids who were likely 5 and 7 years old, I suppose that they were mostly well-behaved, but I expect impeccable behaviour when I'm at a show like this. I had no problem tapping the kid's shoulder and telling him firmly to sit down. I wonder how come you couldn't?
General exposure to little boys has made me hate them. I swear, most boys between the ages of 5-15 should not be allowed out in public. Five is the age when their antics cease being cute and instead become bratty, and it's only around 15-16 that they seem to realize that there are people in the world other than them and their SO COOL friends. Honestly, I don't know what I'm going to do if I ever have a son of my own. I don't want to end up having this kind of hostility towards my own kid.
Anyway. My back hurts and I want to go home.
HI [MY NAME]
i can understand ur position but [my name] i expect from u that in near future when ever u got some suitable opportunity for me plz do contact with me , and plz keep on trying to find out some suitable place for me there.
thanks
You "expect"? You "EXPECT"?? Screw you, kid. I want so badly to tell him how utterly rude and presumptuous he's being. I want him to know that he's being offensive. I want to tell him that I will not be contacting him if anything comes up; that I will not be doing anything for him. Ever again.
Of course, responding in such a way would probably be unprofessional. Heh, I've just shown it to the Chair and he's disgusted and said it doesn't merit a reply. And I know it doesn't, but ARGH I just want him to KNOW what an asshole he is! Grrrr >_<.
~
Monday morning I got up, walked to the train, sat down and rode to work. When I got up to get off the train, my back suddenly started hurting, and got worse. I don't know what the hell just sitting on the train did to it, but I missed work yesterday. Today I had no choice but to come in because the once-per-year huge Grad Office info session was this morning, and I absolutely cannot miss that. So I sat through it, on an uncomfortable tiny folding chair, for 2 hours and 15 minutes. My back is very unhappy >_<.
Last night we had a random power failure from about 11:00-11:15pm, then another starting around midnight. After 45 minutes I gave up and went to bed, but was awoken after 1:30am by the noises of things turning back on and the desk lamp Paul had left on in the computer room, and I had to get up with my sore back and all to go turn it off. Bleh.
~
Saw Hairspray on Sunday, and it was fun, although I prefer the movie (in which they had removed the more ridiculous and/or creepy plot elements from the play). I really didn't like the woman playing Velma, but I preferred the play's Edna to John Travolta's one. This Edna at least sounded like a real person rather than an overdone Comic Book Guy. The woman playing Motormouth Maybelle had some set of pipes..."I Know Where I've Been" was the only song where the audience started cheering before the end of the song.
I did love how they got the audience to get up and dance at the very end. But what annoyed me was that I had two little boys sitting in front of me. Okay, parents? Don't you know anything about little boys? They are not interested in Broadway shows. Seriously. Don't giggle when you ask them what their favourite part was and they say "intermission". They're being serious!
And this isn't like a movie that I only paid $10 for and could go see again. I paid $85 for my ticket 6 months ago and have been waiting all this time to finally see the show. So leave your stupid little boys at home! A babysitter is a hell of a lot cheaper than paying for two seats! Argh. I mean, for two kids who were likely 5 and 7 years old, I suppose that they were mostly well-behaved, but I expect impeccable behaviour when I'm at a show like this. I had no problem tapping the kid's shoulder and telling him firmly to sit down. I wonder how come you couldn't?
General exposure to little boys has made me hate them. I swear, most boys between the ages of 5-15 should not be allowed out in public. Five is the age when their antics cease being cute and instead become bratty, and it's only around 15-16 that they seem to realize that there are people in the world other than them and their SO COOL friends. Honestly, I don't know what I'm going to do if I ever have a son of my own. I don't want to end up having this kind of hostility towards my own kid.
Anyway. My back hurts and I want to go home.
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I know what you mean about bringing little kids to the theater. Something like The Lion King is one thing, but what on Earth makes people think their 6-year-old wants to sit through Les Mis? Remember the farewell tour they did a few years ago? There was a set of six-year-old twins sitting about four rows behind me who bothered the entire section from about the time of "At the End of the Day" until the Mom finally took them out when people started shooting. I have never seen so many death glares in my life.
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Heh, when I saw Les Mis it was during the time when the staff at Place des Arts was on strike. With no other possible venue, they moved the show to the Molson Centre (now the Bell Centre)--a place that houses the Montreal Canadiens and various rock concerts. Not only were we sitting in tiny uncomfortable sports arena seats in a place where the acoustics weren't so great, but because of the venue there were loads of people dressed quite down, and they actually sold hot dogs and nachos at intermission. So the first few minutes of the second act were disrupted by the crunching of nachos, the crinkling of wrappers, and the sounds of slurping from empty cups >_o.
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Sigh...now I've got another who, after an initial email that didn't look too bad, has lapsed into netspeak with capitalization issues ("Mam i need few thnigs that confuses me and for that i want 2 be very clear"). Do these people think that once they get a first reply from me, they can just stop bothering to even try to write correctly? Sheesh.