So this morning I attended my Math class which I do every Monday and Wednesday morning. So last Wednesday we had a test and I showed up along with 38 of the 40 other students. While I studied the week prior to the test and showed up on time and completed the exam (scored 93%) these other two people decided it was ok for them not to show up. The morning of the test I did not notice their absence, nor did I care. (I still don’t but this situation was the most exciting thing of the day.. well maybe not this thing was the most exciting but my thoughts on the situation is probably the funniest)
This morning I showed up 15 minutes early because I hate being late, and the professor is there and he hands me my test. I’m happy with my results and my head phones are playing a Rick James Skit followed by Method man and Redman. I sit and get my shit together and the class starts. Fifteen minutes into class two women walk in almost together while the Prof is going over the test. Professor mentions they didn’t take exam and that they didn’t call, email, or give any prior notice that they would not be attending. What is funny is that both women walked in with excuses that seemed pretty stupid. The first woman, walked in and said, “Professor Bob, (she’s an advanced middle aged black woman) don’t you member me sniffling and coughing in class last Monday? I was fallin’ asleep, and weezing. I can’t believe you don’t remember. I was gonna call but I was just too tired to call cause I was sleeping. Can I take the test today?
Meanwhile during her excuse to the professor, the second of the absence woman is a young foreign black woman, and she waited patiently for her turn to lay down her idiotic nonsense.
Professor Bob, is an Australian who will make a sarcastic comment that is completely unwarranted, says to the first lazy piece of trash wasting my time lady, “you know what if you score less than your current percentage 67% on the test don’t bother coming to the next class.” (Mentally I was very happy with this response. Because I know my racial profiling and I know that she is functionally retarded and won’t score over a 65%, and with her gone that means I will not have to listen to her interrupt class with , Professor Bob how do you add those to numbers together.)
Middle Aged Black Lady: “I don’t deserve that.”
Prof B: “You don’t deserve anything. The only reason why I’m giving you this is because you will complain and I’ll have to anyways. But mathematically if you don’t score over 70%, you’re going to fail.”
MABL: “My scores are a private matter!”
PB: “You are interrupting everyone else’s learning because you didn’t show up for an exam, and you think it’s okay to take it when you want? Please have a seat and see me afterwards.” He turns and stares at the second of the no test showers and says, “And what are you going to say to top her reason for not showing up.
Younger Aged Black Girl: “Well I wanted to come in but…… (This is when I stopped listening and the funniest thought came into my head)
I imagined myself walking right up to her and extending my right arm with five fingers extended. I wiggle my fingers and say to the class…. “POWDER ME!!” A fellow classmate who feels my anger towards the class interrupters, puffs some Baby Powder on my hand. The young black female’s eyes widen. I say, “What do five fingers say to the face?..... SLAP!!!” Followed by a loud smacking sound and the girl who felt obligated to waste my money (I paid for this class) hits the deck in utter anguish. The Professor gives me a Dap, and class resumes.
Now this thought was just a thought, but I felt it was just. These two women walked late into my class, armed with excuses about why they couldn’t make it for an exam that every other person could make it to. They didn’t even give the Professor a heads up. It’s sad that they were even given the opportunity to retake the exam. What has happened to our society where this behavior is acceptable? Seriously, he had to let them retake it because he knew that if they told on him, the university would ultimately make him allow them to retake it. We have lost all accountability for our actions, because we all know we can just complain our way into what we want.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Weekend Journey
Man, I had started this bloggin thing, then like most things I do, I go away from it for a while then come back. So here I am again. Hello all my amazing fans.
So this weekend was an interesting one. I worked, slept, worked, watched MSU (MSU LOST), then watched the Red Wings/Aves game (wings lost) then drank like it was going out of style, slept, worked, homework, now this.
Ok so work today was alright, a bit under the weather from the brown bottle flu, but managable. First customer of the day decided today would be the day they would attempt to test my patiance. She walked in armed with infomation about how her Blackberry doesn't work and when she researched the problem she found a few hundred blogs about how other people have experienced the same problem. I listened to her argumenative rant about if we knew this was a known problem how we could sell the device. I'm still a bit hung over when she is starting in on me and I yawned at the end of her rant and said (shouldn't have), "Angry voices speak louder than happy ones. If you look for an issue about anything, you'll find other people that have the same experiences as you do. (meanwhile I"m google searching, Enjoyable experiences with Blackberry curve and found a few hundred blogs about that) If you searched about McDonalds hamburgers being bad for you, you'll probably find people that agree. Look here at this, I found a lot of people who like your phone. Did you know that the Blackberry Curve out sold the iPhone world wide last year? Did you also know that the error you are having happens is less that 2% of the 47 million phones that have been sold?
This lady was taken aback that I would dare have an answer to her surefire point. To make it worse was the yawn. I didn't notice her face contort once she realized I didn't care. So when I finished my attempt to make her feel stupid she hit me with the, "who do you think you are talking to?"
Me: "you!?"
Lady: "Exactly, I'm a paying customer for your company and I don't think you should talk to me that way!"
Me: "Golden Rule."
Lady: "What?"
Me: "when you walked in and I asked you if you needed any help was I rude in my approach?"
Lady: "No!, you were rude in your not listening to what I have to say then telling me that I'm wrong."
Me; "Weird, because I've never met you before in my life and you are yelling at me like I'm your kid. I just thought that is the way you like to be treated as well.
Lady: "I wasn't yelling at you."
Me: "Oh, you just talk really loud and demeaning."
Lady: "I wasn't demeaning."
Me: "Huh, Well back to the phone issue."
Lady: "No I want an apology and to speak with your manager."
Me (I turn around and my manager is hangin out the whole time) "Manager, (different person) this lady would like to talk to you. I was being disrespectful to her and I did it on purpose."
Manager: "what seems to be the problem?"
Lady: "He doesn't care about your customers. I tried to explain to him my problem and he just rambled off some statistics about the phone and was being confrontational!"
Manager: "weren't you just yelling at him about your phone? We can replace your phone, give me a few minutes."
Lady: "Where is the customer service at this store?"
Manager: "We are people too and like to be treated with the same respect you do. You showed no respect when you walked in, so we are extending the same curitosy. Here's your new phone. Have a good day!"
Moral of this story, if Bryan is hung over and it's early in the morning, don't come at me with gunz blazin' because Sawatzki don't play that, and can be very condecending and belittling while lookin at you straight in the face!
(again spelling isn't of importance here, nor is grammer, or double checking my work, so no comments on that)
So this weekend was an interesting one. I worked, slept, worked, watched MSU (MSU LOST), then watched the Red Wings/Aves game (wings lost) then drank like it was going out of style, slept, worked, homework, now this.
Ok so work today was alright, a bit under the weather from the brown bottle flu, but managable. First customer of the day decided today would be the day they would attempt to test my patiance. She walked in armed with infomation about how her Blackberry doesn't work and when she researched the problem she found a few hundred blogs about how other people have experienced the same problem. I listened to her argumenative rant about if we knew this was a known problem how we could sell the device. I'm still a bit hung over when she is starting in on me and I yawned at the end of her rant and said (shouldn't have), "Angry voices speak louder than happy ones. If you look for an issue about anything, you'll find other people that have the same experiences as you do. (meanwhile I"m google searching, Enjoyable experiences with Blackberry curve and found a few hundred blogs about that) If you searched about McDonalds hamburgers being bad for you, you'll probably find people that agree. Look here at this, I found a lot of people who like your phone. Did you know that the Blackberry Curve out sold the iPhone world wide last year? Did you also know that the error you are having happens is less that 2% of the 47 million phones that have been sold?
This lady was taken aback that I would dare have an answer to her surefire point. To make it worse was the yawn. I didn't notice her face contort once she realized I didn't care. So when I finished my attempt to make her feel stupid she hit me with the, "who do you think you are talking to?"
Me: "you!?"
Lady: "Exactly, I'm a paying customer for your company and I don't think you should talk to me that way!"
Me: "Golden Rule."
Lady: "What?"
Me: "when you walked in and I asked you if you needed any help was I rude in my approach?"
Lady: "No!, you were rude in your not listening to what I have to say then telling me that I'm wrong."
Me; "Weird, because I've never met you before in my life and you are yelling at me like I'm your kid. I just thought that is the way you like to be treated as well.
Lady: "I wasn't yelling at you."
Me: "Oh, you just talk really loud and demeaning."
Lady: "I wasn't demeaning."
Me: "Huh, Well back to the phone issue."
Lady: "No I want an apology and to speak with your manager."
Me (I turn around and my manager is hangin out the whole time) "Manager, (different person) this lady would like to talk to you. I was being disrespectful to her and I did it on purpose."
Manager: "what seems to be the problem?"
Lady: "He doesn't care about your customers. I tried to explain to him my problem and he just rambled off some statistics about the phone and was being confrontational!"
Manager: "weren't you just yelling at him about your phone? We can replace your phone, give me a few minutes."
Lady: "Where is the customer service at this store?"
Manager: "We are people too and like to be treated with the same respect you do. You showed no respect when you walked in, so we are extending the same curitosy. Here's your new phone. Have a good day!"
Moral of this story, if Bryan is hung over and it's early in the morning, don't come at me with gunz blazin' because Sawatzki don't play that, and can be very condecending and belittling while lookin at you straight in the face!
(again spelling isn't of importance here, nor is grammer, or double checking my work, so no comments on that)
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Uneventful Day until the end
Good day ya'll,
So today I returned back to work from vacation and it was not good. Work is work right?!? So most of the people I talked to today were kind of cool. There wasn't really a person I wanted to write about or even talk about untill 8:45 pm.
To set the stage for this semi educational experience, my store was mostly vacent, with a few installers we had coming in to replace the carpet. The three men were White, Black, and Mexican who were redoing the carpets and they are all very nice guys. You know the type, they work hard and just kind of enjoy not being professional because their jobs don't really require professionalism, and I'm cool with that.
At 8:45, this older couple walked in. The man had a roll walker that doubled as a seat with a minister collar on over a pit staind undershirt, and the woman looked like humped bails of hay her whole life, very square and bland looking, almost manish. I got the pleasure of helping them with their purchase and introduced myself. As I'm asking them questions, I thought i heard the man say, "I can't believe we give green cards." under his breath. So I'm thinking great, this is going to be plesant. After we go over a few things, he asks me what my last name is, and I tell him. He wants to make a Polish comment, I could see it in his eyes when I blirted out, "It's Korean."
Rev Racist: "Yeah and I'm a Nigger!"
Bryan, "Wow! you must be related to Mr. Jackson."
Rev Racist: "C'mon son, don't be insulting."
Bryan: "Sure"
Rev Racist: "how do you think we got this way?"
Bryan: "What way?"
RR: "I can't even pull in to my garage without having to call the cops because someone is blocking my driveway. Or all the dead Mexican's in the dumpsters!"
Bryan: "yeah, i'm use to that, from Flint!"
RR: "Oh you know about them huh?"
At this point I have a feeling that the Mexican and Black guys that were waiting to do thier job might be hearing what this guy (Father Racist) might be saying so I changed the subject to something that I thought would be less likely to go down a bad road.
Bryan: "So are we looking for something for both of you?
RR: "Woman don't deserve nothing!"
Bryan: Laughing, "that's good, so..."
RR: "I ment what I said!"
I look at the lady to check for confirmation, and she gave it to me with a straight stare.
Bryan: "Ok, just one then. Anything else I can help you with?"
RR: "No, It stinks in here!" Looking at the soon to be carpet layers.
Bryan: "Thank you for the education and coming in!"
I couldn't believe this just happen. I mean seriously, this guy sitting on his little roller/walker/seat thing, and his manish wife, whom he belittled right in front of me like there wasn't nothing wrong with it, just educated me on how racist people could be. Rev Racist was born 1930 in Mississippi (I saw his liscense). I wanted to ask him where he preaches at to see what he says then. I bet he breeds subtle hatred though off colored remarks during his babblings.
This post is a little long in the tooth, but like I said in the Foreword you've been warned. (sorry bout writing the N word but then again you wouldn't have gotten the jist if i didn't)
BM
So today I returned back to work from vacation and it was not good. Work is work right?!? So most of the people I talked to today were kind of cool. There wasn't really a person I wanted to write about or even talk about untill 8:45 pm.
To set the stage for this semi educational experience, my store was mostly vacent, with a few installers we had coming in to replace the carpet. The three men were White, Black, and Mexican who were redoing the carpets and they are all very nice guys. You know the type, they work hard and just kind of enjoy not being professional because their jobs don't really require professionalism, and I'm cool with that.
At 8:45, this older couple walked in. The man had a roll walker that doubled as a seat with a minister collar on over a pit staind undershirt, and the woman looked like humped bails of hay her whole life, very square and bland looking, almost manish. I got the pleasure of helping them with their purchase and introduced myself. As I'm asking them questions, I thought i heard the man say, "I can't believe we give green cards." under his breath. So I'm thinking great, this is going to be plesant. After we go over a few things, he asks me what my last name is, and I tell him. He wants to make a Polish comment, I could see it in his eyes when I blirted out, "It's Korean."
Rev Racist: "Yeah and I'm a Nigger!"
Bryan, "Wow! you must be related to Mr. Jackson."
Rev Racist: "C'mon son, don't be insulting."
Bryan: "Sure"
Rev Racist: "how do you think we got this way?"
Bryan: "What way?"
RR: "I can't even pull in to my garage without having to call the cops because someone is blocking my driveway. Or all the dead Mexican's in the dumpsters!"
Bryan: "yeah, i'm use to that, from Flint!"
RR: "Oh you know about them huh?"
At this point I have a feeling that the Mexican and Black guys that were waiting to do thier job might be hearing what this guy (Father Racist) might be saying so I changed the subject to something that I thought would be less likely to go down a bad road.
Bryan: "So are we looking for something for both of you?
RR: "Woman don't deserve nothing!"
Bryan: Laughing, "that's good, so..."
RR: "I ment what I said!"
I look at the lady to check for confirmation, and she gave it to me with a straight stare.
Bryan: "Ok, just one then. Anything else I can help you with?"
RR: "No, It stinks in here!" Looking at the soon to be carpet layers.
Bryan: "Thank you for the education and coming in!"
I couldn't believe this just happen. I mean seriously, this guy sitting on his little roller/walker/seat thing, and his manish wife, whom he belittled right in front of me like there wasn't nothing wrong with it, just educated me on how racist people could be. Rev Racist was born 1930 in Mississippi (I saw his liscense). I wanted to ask him where he preaches at to see what he says then. I bet he breeds subtle hatred though off colored remarks during his babblings.
This post is a little long in the tooth, but like I said in the Foreword you've been warned. (sorry bout writing the N word but then again you wouldn't have gotten the jist if i didn't)
BM
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Welcome to the Bryan Michael's Experience
Good Afternoon all,
This is a warning, an invitation, or a way to kill time in my boredom. These muses, observations, or interactions are being recorded for sheer entertainment and to provoke thought. My attempt at this is mostly for my own personal growth and entertainment. I will never be able to remember all the stupid, beautiful, insane, idiotic, wonderful things I see and experience. I'm giving notice that my work will be unedited, with misspellings and grammatical errors. Mostly due to my lack of attention to detail. So with this I give you open reign to invite your friends, because I could be talking about them.
Bryan Michael
This is a warning, an invitation, or a way to kill time in my boredom. These muses, observations, or interactions are being recorded for sheer entertainment and to provoke thought. My attempt at this is mostly for my own personal growth and entertainment. I will never be able to remember all the stupid, beautiful, insane, idiotic, wonderful things I see and experience. I'm giving notice that my work will be unedited, with misspellings and grammatical errors. Mostly due to my lack of attention to detail. So with this I give you open reign to invite your friends, because I could be talking about them.
Bryan Michael
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