I was thinking this should have been entitled, “Testing My Patience,” but then I decided that might have been a cynical start to a humorous story. Please read the following events that unfolded on August 4th–
Test 1.
Girl who passed high school and apparently graduated college with honors asks me with no prefacing at all,
“What China are you from?”
I reply “I’m not from China…I’m Korean.”
Girl comes back with, “Yeah but which China are you from?”
…you can imagine my confusion…
I reply, “I’m not from China. I’m from KOREA.”
Girl says, “Oh I knew you were from one of those Chinese countries…like Vietnam or something.”
…How to react? How to react?….Just walk away.
Test 2.
Girl says, “I just simplized that line for you. Don’t thank me or anything.”
“Um..what?”
“I just simplized the line for you.”
“I think you meant to say simplified.”
“No, simplized is a word!”
(FYI I’m watching the little red squiggly underline RIGHT NOW!)
“It’s not, but okay…thank you for simplifying the line for me.”
(The disagreement was actually longer but I feel you get the gist.”)
Test 3.
My stand- in manager asks me if I remember working with a client from Istanbul. I say that I don’t because I would have remembered. All of our clients are from the United States…mainly from the center of the country. So, then, my stand-in manager asks the Girl.
“Do you remember working with a company based in Istanbul?”
“Yes! They were the ones speaking Spanish?”
…I give her the benefit of the doubt, I want her to be able to defend herself. I ask her why she thinks that the customer who was speaking Spanish might be the company from Istanbul, in question.
“Because Spanish is the language they speak.”
Now, I’m no genius, but I am pretty sure that Istanbul is in, or around Turkey..so they would have probably been speaking Turkish. But because I didn’t want her to go on thinking that the native language of Istanbul was Spanish, I told her that I thought the language spoken in Istanbul might be Turkish..
This time, instead of arguing, she says,
“Well I’m not THAT educated.” Then she laughed for a while and replied in a near shout, “Just kidding!!”
That was the moment where my patience -all of them- were sucked into a black hole and I calmly told her, “That was the smartest thing you’ve ever said.”
Thank you for breaking, patience, because that series of events was what propelled me into a frenzy of pissiness (I know.Not a word..but it’s Sunday so whatever) that forced me to share my story…
Okay, so I haven’t always been negative. In fact, I was always pleasant. And I do mean ALWAYS. But then adulthood quickly kicked my ass, as I’m sure it has done to plenty of you..or maybe not..but here’s how it happened to me.
I was on the right track, as we like to say…I went to school in New York for fashion, involved myself in all things creative, worked internships for big name companies, then found myself at a film production company in Soho.
Why would I leave?
Here’s why: Because when thing’s aren’t perfect, we move on…
It took retreating to Dallas, TX for me to realize that CHANGE doesn’t necessarily lead to that hovering lightbulb of enlightenment, but instead, when we make rash decisions..we pay.
DUH.
So I’m living in Dallas, working at a company that celebrates mediocrity, and every person I meet asks, “Why would you leave New york for Dallas?” I’d like to say, “Thank you for reminding me that I’ve made a huge mistake,” but instead I reply, “There is no better city for someone my age to gain quality professional experience.” They usually respond with an unconvinced nod or a sympathetic smirk.
Whatever.
I have to go to the gym.
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