Bullshit Librarian (excuse the language... on second thought, I take that b
I’m frustrated. I’m mad as hell. If there are typos in this post, I apologize for you having to get over it. No, seriously, even though I try to make my posts as grammatically correct as possible, anger can steal the technical intentions of a master writer’s prose (not that I'm remotely calling myself a master writer).
Okay, I’m at the University of Toledo’s library and my phone rings. I pick up and quickly rush outside (into the hallway, where all us college students go) to take the call. It’s a friend of mine who is having a hard time figuring out how to spend his $$$$.
So, I’ telling him about different projects to invest in (hopefully my blogging idea involving three other writers of relationship, love, and dating issues) and one of the librarians comes out of the computer room and continuously walks around the hall where I’m standing.
I know something’s going on.
He goes in the bathroom to take a piss or a shit, I really don’t give a damn. But he comes out and says, in a very pompous voice, “Could you keep it down?”
His voice is high pitched, his lips are pursed together unnecessarily tight and his glasses hang loosely on the tip of his long, pointed nose.
His dark skin is skinning with oily extravagance and he walks like a large stick is shoved so far up his ass that it might break if he spreads his legs far apart enough to take a descent step.
I ask him, “Could you hear me in the computer room?”
“No, in there,” he says and points to the bathroom.
I stand in total shock. I can’t believe this.
Flashback
Just a year ago, this same man walked up to me, while I was in the computer lab, and asked me to stop typing so loud and quickly. Again, I asked him why. He told me that it was annoying to hear me typing so loud. When I didn’t completely stop typing loud (or just typing for that matter), he called someone on the phone, and asked for security to escort me out! The guy on the phone had to have told him it was nothing (in other words, get a life BIATCH and do your damn job).
Present Day
Just before I’m about to speak, he turns around and says, “Thank you.” He sings the shit, holds out the word “thank” really long. Gosh, I could have kicked him in his skinny neck.
I felt the blood flowing through my veins. I was so heated. The word vomit (© Mean Girls) was rising in my throat, and no matter how hard I tried, my emotions came shooting to the surface.
“You were really rude when you said that,” I blurted out. He stopped by the elevator, hands on his hips as he slowly began to walk my way.
“Excuse me?”
“You were very nasty when you said that,” I said.
“I was rude? Was I not polite?”
“You were polite, but you were also pompous.”
“Maybe it’s because you asked me if I could hear you inside of the computer room, but I could hear you in the bathroom,” he hisses, walking closer. And he should know better than to walk up on another man (especially, a black man).
“I didn’t realize you could get bothered by my conversation while you pushed logs out of your tight ass!” I couldn’t control myself. I was unleashing the next Hiroshima.
“I left the computer room, because you, and a group of other students, were in there. I come out here, and you tell me to be quite because you can hear me in the bathroom?”
“It’s annoying…”
Annoying. Did he just say the word annoying? We’ve been through this before, I thought.
“I don’t care if it’s annoying. If you wanted me to keep it down, because I might disturb other people on the floor, I would have respected that, but you coming up to me with that snotty ass attitude and cutting me off with a phony polite disposition was rude and A HUGE turn-off.”
“Well, I’m sorry,” he said. “I just think that you are talking too loud.”
The individual who I was on the phone with said, “You were talking kinda’ loud, Terry.”
Click.
I said goodbye and ended the convo quickly, before I lashed out at him as well.
When I looked back up to drill into the stick-up-his-ass guy, he was boarding the elevator.
I looked around, made sure that I wasn’t disturbing anyone. Hell, the only room on the floor is the computer lab. The guy was just being a prick. So, I walked inside of the computer room and asked the librarian if she heard me in the hall way. She said, “Not at all, it’s been quiet all day.”
Typical.
Okay, I’m at the University of Toledo’s library and my phone rings. I pick up and quickly rush outside (into the hallway, where all us college students go) to take the call. It’s a friend of mine who is having a hard time figuring out how to spend his $$$$.
So, I’ telling him about different projects to invest in (hopefully my blogging idea involving three other writers of relationship, love, and dating issues) and one of the librarians comes out of the computer room and continuously walks around the hall where I’m standing.
I know something’s going on.
He goes in the bathroom to take a piss or a shit, I really don’t give a damn. But he comes out and says, in a very pompous voice, “Could you keep it down?”
His voice is high pitched, his lips are pursed together unnecessarily tight and his glasses hang loosely on the tip of his long, pointed nose.
His dark skin is skinning with oily extravagance and he walks like a large stick is shoved so far up his ass that it might break if he spreads his legs far apart enough to take a descent step.
I ask him, “Could you hear me in the computer room?”
“No, in there,” he says and points to the bathroom.
I stand in total shock. I can’t believe this.
Flashback
Just a year ago, this same man walked up to me, while I was in the computer lab, and asked me to stop typing so loud and quickly. Again, I asked him why. He told me that it was annoying to hear me typing so loud. When I didn’t completely stop typing loud (or just typing for that matter), he called someone on the phone, and asked for security to escort me out! The guy on the phone had to have told him it was nothing (in other words, get a life BIATCH and do your damn job).
Present Day
Just before I’m about to speak, he turns around and says, “Thank you.” He sings the shit, holds out the word “thank” really long. Gosh, I could have kicked him in his skinny neck.
I felt the blood flowing through my veins. I was so heated. The word vomit (© Mean Girls) was rising in my throat, and no matter how hard I tried, my emotions came shooting to the surface.
“You were really rude when you said that,” I blurted out. He stopped by the elevator, hands on his hips as he slowly began to walk my way.
“Excuse me?”
“You were very nasty when you said that,” I said.
“I was rude? Was I not polite?”
“You were polite, but you were also pompous.”
“Maybe it’s because you asked me if I could hear you inside of the computer room, but I could hear you in the bathroom,” he hisses, walking closer. And he should know better than to walk up on another man (especially, a black man).
“I didn’t realize you could get bothered by my conversation while you pushed logs out of your tight ass!” I couldn’t control myself. I was unleashing the next Hiroshima.
“I left the computer room, because you, and a group of other students, were in there. I come out here, and you tell me to be quite because you can hear me in the bathroom?”
“It’s annoying…”
Annoying. Did he just say the word annoying? We’ve been through this before, I thought.
“I don’t care if it’s annoying. If you wanted me to keep it down, because I might disturb other people on the floor, I would have respected that, but you coming up to me with that snotty ass attitude and cutting me off with a phony polite disposition was rude and A HUGE turn-off.”
“Well, I’m sorry,” he said. “I just think that you are talking too loud.”
The individual who I was on the phone with said, “You were talking kinda’ loud, Terry.”
Click.
I said goodbye and ended the convo quickly, before I lashed out at him as well.
When I looked back up to drill into the stick-up-his-ass guy, he was boarding the elevator.
I looked around, made sure that I wasn’t disturbing anyone. Hell, the only room on the floor is the computer lab. The guy was just being a prick. So, I walked inside of the computer room and asked the librarian if she heard me in the hall way. She said, “Not at all, it’s been quiet all day.”
Typical.
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