Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Well, fuck you too!
So, it was my birthday this past Saturday, yay me! Had a few people over, had a good night. Also, my work gives us our birthday off with pay. Score!
On Monday night I went out to dinner with my mom and her old linguistics professor, who my mom is friends with. A bit of background on this woman, before I continue...
-She's like 60-something years old.
-She attended and taught at SFU.
-I believe she is originally from New York. Her sister and son live there.
-She paid for my tuition at Douglas College for a few semesters, but then I decided I didn't want to have to call her all the time to arrange money, especially when she has no answering machine, and doesn't answer the phone when she's eating or listening to her radio shows. Worst game of phone tag ever. So I started paying for myself, especially since I could when I got my current job.
-Last time she brought me out to dinner for my birthday, probably 5 years ago, she took me to Horizons restaurant on SFU. I didn't like it. Too fancy, none of the food was normal! She loved it, though..........
Anyway, about a week ago me and my mom brought over some flowers for her birthday. When we were there, she said she'd take me out to dinner for my birthday, asked me where I wanted to go? I said White Spot, because that's about the fanciest place I'll go. She looked taken aback, asked if I was serious? Didn't I want her to take me somewhere nice? (White Spot is nice, what the hell's wrong with it? I mean, its a bit expensive, but what the hell.) Then she asks if I want her to choose the place? (Hellooo, did I not just choose a place?!?) Luckily her son was over at the time, and he says, "Mom, you asked the birthday girl where she wants to go, and she said White Spot." Thanks, man! So, arrangements were made.
DINNER: We are looking at menus, and my mom says one dish looks good. This woman poo-poo's it, says she can't see how it would be good. Urgh... So we order, and they both get the same thing, with this woman getting everything on the side, and telling the waiter that she can't imagine that the dish will taste good the way it is normally. (Then order something else that isn't too difficult for you to understand, how about that?) Throughout the whole time there, she kept making remarks about what a horrible waiter our server was, when he was so polite the whole time. Then, whenever she wanted something, she didn't just wait for him to float by and wave briefly to catch his attention, like most people do - she actually put her hand up and out, like she was in class or hailing a cab, and left it like that until someone came by. It was actually kind of embarrassing being with her, with her treating the servers like that. I started to realize that me and my mom were talking mostly to each other, so I tried to find ways of including this woman into the conversation. Difficult, when you are so completely different. She asks me what I want to do with my life, harping on the fact that I have no plans to go to University. (I am happy attending a College and working towards my Diploma; if I change my mind later, so be it.) She is a University snob. So, we are done eating, just sitting a bit before we leave, and she says to me, "I don't think it's been all that long since I last saw you, but you have put on quite a bit of weight. How does that happen?" Ok, I am not stupid, and I can come to the same conclusion myself that yes, I have put on weight, and I am slowly working to correct it. But to ask me a question like that? Holy mackerel! Everyone I have told about this so far agrees that she is quite rude. Matt told a friend, and friend says, "Does this woman not like Natasha?"
So, as we are leaving the restaurant, she gives me a birthday card, says, "Happy Birthday!" Yeah, whatever lady! I open it later, and she wrote me a cheque for $50. Nothing I like getting for a present more than money, but I don't think I want to keep this present. I think I will be sending it back to her, with a letter telling her that for someone so 'educated', she needs to learn some manners and tact! Maybe I'll ask her why she's so fat, as she isn't exactly 120lbs either. Or maybe I'll throw something out there like, "Hey, where's you get that wicked moustache?" Nah, that's too rude. See, I have manners! What are YOUR thoughts?
On Monday night I went out to dinner with my mom and her old linguistics professor, who my mom is friends with. A bit of background on this woman, before I continue...
-She's like 60-something years old.
-She attended and taught at SFU.
-I believe she is originally from New York. Her sister and son live there.
-She paid for my tuition at Douglas College for a few semesters, but then I decided I didn't want to have to call her all the time to arrange money, especially when she has no answering machine, and doesn't answer the phone when she's eating or listening to her radio shows. Worst game of phone tag ever. So I started paying for myself, especially since I could when I got my current job.
-Last time she brought me out to dinner for my birthday, probably 5 years ago, she took me to Horizons restaurant on SFU. I didn't like it. Too fancy, none of the food was normal! She loved it, though..........
Anyway, about a week ago me and my mom brought over some flowers for her birthday. When we were there, she said she'd take me out to dinner for my birthday, asked me where I wanted to go? I said White Spot, because that's about the fanciest place I'll go. She looked taken aback, asked if I was serious? Didn't I want her to take me somewhere nice? (White Spot is nice, what the hell's wrong with it? I mean, its a bit expensive, but what the hell.) Then she asks if I want her to choose the place? (Hellooo, did I not just choose a place?!?) Luckily her son was over at the time, and he says, "Mom, you asked the birthday girl where she wants to go, and she said White Spot." Thanks, man! So, arrangements were made.
DINNER: We are looking at menus, and my mom says one dish looks good. This woman poo-poo's it, says she can't see how it would be good. Urgh... So we order, and they both get the same thing, with this woman getting everything on the side, and telling the waiter that she can't imagine that the dish will taste good the way it is normally. (Then order something else that isn't too difficult for you to understand, how about that?) Throughout the whole time there, she kept making remarks about what a horrible waiter our server was, when he was so polite the whole time. Then, whenever she wanted something, she didn't just wait for him to float by and wave briefly to catch his attention, like most people do - she actually put her hand up and out, like she was in class or hailing a cab, and left it like that until someone came by. It was actually kind of embarrassing being with her, with her treating the servers like that. I started to realize that me and my mom were talking mostly to each other, so I tried to find ways of including this woman into the conversation. Difficult, when you are so completely different. She asks me what I want to do with my life, harping on the fact that I have no plans to go to University. (I am happy attending a College and working towards my Diploma; if I change my mind later, so be it.) She is a University snob. So, we are done eating, just sitting a bit before we leave, and she says to me, "I don't think it's been all that long since I last saw you, but you have put on quite a bit of weight. How does that happen?" Ok, I am not stupid, and I can come to the same conclusion myself that yes, I have put on weight, and I am slowly working to correct it. But to ask me a question like that? Holy mackerel! Everyone I have told about this so far agrees that she is quite rude. Matt told a friend, and friend says, "Does this woman not like Natasha?"
So, as we are leaving the restaurant, she gives me a birthday card, says, "Happy Birthday!" Yeah, whatever lady! I open it later, and she wrote me a cheque for $50. Nothing I like getting for a present more than money, but I don't think I want to keep this present. I think I will be sending it back to her, with a letter telling her that for someone so 'educated', she needs to learn some manners and tact! Maybe I'll ask her why she's so fat, as she isn't exactly 120lbs either. Or maybe I'll throw something out there like, "Hey, where's you get that wicked moustache?" Nah, that's too rude. See, I have manners! What are YOUR thoughts?
Comments:
I would have thrown my napkin on the table, stood up and said "the only horrible thing at this table are your manners."
Well, that's what I would have done in my head. Unless I never had to see this woman again.
You could always write a letter saying thank you for the time you paid for your education. Then "but now that you're not, go fuck a monkey's uncle"
Well, that's what I would have done in my head. Unless I never had to see this woman again.
You could always write a letter saying thank you for the time you paid for your education. Then "but now that you're not, go fuck a monkey's uncle"
Money is really nice when you are living on your own, working and going to college - but dignity and self respect are important.
Maybe you could send it to her as payment for never having to see this woman ever again! Or cash it and buy her a book about treating people with respect.
I want to go to university but only because that is where I can finish my degree - I really like Douglas College. People are generally nice, no or hardly any snobbery and great breakfasts! This lady sounds like a real jerk. Note to self: do not take linguistics!
Maybe you could send it to her as payment for never having to see this woman ever again! Or cash it and buy her a book about treating people with respect.
I want to go to university but only because that is where I can finish my degree - I really like Douglas College. People are generally nice, no or hardly any snobbery and great breakfasts! This lady sounds like a real jerk. Note to self: do not take linguistics!
There are SO many things I thought of after that I should have said and/or done at the time, but I didn't want to cause a scene in the restaurant and embarass my mom...
I especially like Colette's idea of telling her to go fuck a monkey's uncle! And also Sharon, good idea about the book. Anyone know any good books that would suit this purpose?
I have nothing against University, BTW, but she is a University snob in the way that she thinks it is just SOO much better than a measly little college. WHATEVER!!! I don't have any ambitions of becoming a nuclear physicist, so Dougie Daycare is good enough for me. She can take her cheque and shove it up her ass.
I think that I will thank her for being so honest, and return the favor by filling her in on some of her less desireable qualities. There's plenty I could say, oh man....
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I especially like Colette's idea of telling her to go fuck a monkey's uncle! And also Sharon, good idea about the book. Anyone know any good books that would suit this purpose?
I have nothing against University, BTW, but she is a University snob in the way that she thinks it is just SOO much better than a measly little college. WHATEVER!!! I don't have any ambitions of becoming a nuclear physicist, so Dougie Daycare is good enough for me. She can take her cheque and shove it up her ass.
I think that I will thank her for being so honest, and return the favor by filling her in on some of her less desireable qualities. There's plenty I could say, oh man....
