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kyrasantae
A Moment of Peace
When I woke up last night I cried. I was scared. I was scared of being caught between obnoxious people and bitchy people, both stupid. I found a scrap of paper and scribbled a note to pass to my manager asking if we could have a little chat about... some things. Like how one deals with people who don't treat you with the respect that you (try to) treat them with. However...
Half of the reno peeps were missing today, including my manager. Hrm.
This left me, Alex, the black guy, the young'un and his Asian sidekick, and one of the Arabs. Awkward as one may presume to be the lone female in the group, it wasn't so bad once the young'un and his sidekick got assigned to work with Alex (who was being the guy in charge for today).
Time seemed to pass really quickly and relatively quietly, doing this ten (thousand) years of dust stuff. That's a good thing.
I don't know enough about the people here to generalize about their education level, but I suspect that it is very possibe that my alienation from the other reno workers may be because I am more educated than they are. The grown may be grown, yet it sometimes slips through that the've slipped through the cracks -- outcasts somehow, because they act in ways that outcast themselves.
On the other hand, there are far more pleasant people among the stocking crew. Perhaps many of them are immigrants.
But I still do not understand why the boys tease me -- well, no, I think I do. They perhaps envy me for my schooling but at the same time look down on me for my size, my gender, my weakness, my idealism and perceived naïveté. And they are at odds with my abstinence from many of the vices of our age; where for some it is knowing the truth well enough to not have to fall, for others it is a rite of passage.
When I woke up last night I cried. I was scared. I was scared of being caught between obnoxious people and bitchy people, both stupid. I found a scrap of paper and scribbled a note to pass to my manager asking if we could have a little chat about... some things. Like how one deals with people who don't treat you with the respect that you (try to) treat them with. However...
Half of the reno peeps were missing today, including my manager. Hrm.
This left me, Alex, the black guy, the young'un and his Asian sidekick, and one of the Arabs. Awkward as one may presume to be the lone female in the group, it wasn't so bad once the young'un and his sidekick got assigned to work with Alex (who was being the guy in charge for today).
Time seemed to pass really quickly and relatively quietly, doing this ten (thousand) years of dust stuff. That's a good thing.
I don't know enough about the people here to generalize about their education level, but I suspect that it is very possibe that my alienation from the other reno workers may be because I am more educated than they are. The grown may be grown, yet it sometimes slips through that the've slipped through the cracks -- outcasts somehow, because they act in ways that outcast themselves.
On the other hand, there are far more pleasant people among the stocking crew. Perhaps many of them are immigrants.
But I still do not understand why the boys tease me -- well, no, I think I do. They perhaps envy me for my schooling but at the same time look down on me for my size, my gender, my weakness, my idealism and perceived naïveté. And they are at odds with my abstinence from many of the vices of our age; where for some it is knowing the truth well enough to not have to fall, for others it is a rite of passage.
