...and damn one in particular: the backstabbing geek that works with me, which shall be called BG (for backstabbing geek) from now on.
If you're familiar with my postings, he is the damn geek who's responsible for the greatest visual offense in my workplace, namely, his little Cosby sweater/maroon turtleneck combo. Not to mention his high water pants--he doesn't actually mean for them to be capri pants; it's just that he should be getting "tall" pants, but it seems like he doesn't think spending the extra money is worth it.
Sometimes you can't help but feel sorry for somebody so fashion and socially inept like this, but when a damn geek has an evil personality to match, well, then they are getting what they deserve.
So BG has tried to backstab me numerous times at work. I could go on and on about the shady tricks he tried to pull: blaming me for the way a report turned out (in that case, I told the whole team what had really happened, and he was silent--I think he was taken aback by the fact that I actually spoke up) or for the fact that we went way overbudget for one of our campaigns (when EVERYBODY knew that our supervisor specifically assigned HIM to monitor spend in this campaign), etc, etc.
I have even had people come up to me and ask what the hell his problem is and even go so far as to ask me why he's such an asshole. My manager has also brought up his attitude during one of our meetings, profusely apologizing for the fact that I had to "go through that." So in the land of the paranoid, well, in that land, there is no Kelly, because his condescending demeanor to me as well as the lack of respect that he shows are indeed, very real.
I have (and so has my supervisor) noticed that to get one piece of information I have to ask him for it two or three times.
This month, accounting is a mess, and although he is the one responsible for accounting, I've had to spend several hours cleaning up the accounting mess. Granted it was not his fault, I am not getting any help from him whatsoever. The worst part is, he always sends out e-mails to me saying that he'll help me (cc'ing my supervisor, so she THINKS he's helping me), but never does. Every time I ask for reports, etc, he will either 1) sigh in annoyance 2) second guess the fact that I actually NEED the requested information 3) find a way to turn things around and say that I in fact don't understand what's going on.
I have tried several strategies to deal with him in a civilized way, including asking my supervisor straight up if the way I'm doing things are correct (so BG can hear her say that) or ignoring his attitude altogether.
Well, the time has come. The damn geek is going down. I'm tired of his attitude and his lack of social skills. If you can't find a gf (he told me he THOUGHT he had a gf--and was even happy for a while, but all that bliss has come crashing down this week, so I need to inquire about his so-called relationship), don't have any friends but your computer and geek books, don't go taking it out on nice people such as myself.
With my supervisor gone during Feb and putting ME in charge of things, I just can't afford to deal with his attitude problem. I'll put BG in his place and retalliate if necessary. To get things done, of course.
More to come...
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
New Year's
For New Year's we headed up to the Baker cabin.
Equipped with my helmet and kneepads, I felt fearless, ready to get up on the snowboard that weekend, and you could even say a little excited about practicing for two days in row.
The first day was pretty fun, and Tim came up with Kristin and myself, while his hardcore ski buddies went backcountry skiing.
The next day, however, was very painful. Not only did I fall getting off the lift (which hadn't happened at all the previous day), but I also had trouble with turns. The falls were also harsh, as the snow had turned into ice. After the first run, Tim walkie-talkied us and said the snow was softer up on the mountain. In a bold move, Kristin and I decided to take chair 8 up to the top of the hill.
All in all it took us 45 min to get down. Pretty pathetic, but we had fun though.
That night we got ready for New Year's. It was dejavu from last year's New Year's, as a group of about 10 of us wandered around the streets of Glacier trying to find a random party. We finally bumped into a so-called party with a bonfire surrounded by a bunch of what seemed to be Warren Miller-movie characters. Not to mention that we were older than the rest of those kids.
Our next stop was a friend's party. Just like the first party, we were amidst ski and snowboard bums. Upon joining some strangers under a big Costco-size umbrella (it was raining), we met "The Champion," who had been introduced to us as "Timmy the Teddy Bear" the night before, at the local bar. Timmy the Teddy Bear had all sorts of local gossip for us (love triangles, etc) as well as some interesting life stories (his family owns the driving range and mink farm in Glacier). I very much enjoyed the gossip, even though I didn't know any of those people. I told him I'd like to come back to Glacier for some more juicy gossip...and perhaps even more snowboarding.
Equipped with my helmet and kneepads, I felt fearless, ready to get up on the snowboard that weekend, and you could even say a little excited about practicing for two days in row.
The first day was pretty fun, and Tim came up with Kristin and myself, while his hardcore ski buddies went backcountry skiing.
The next day, however, was very painful. Not only did I fall getting off the lift (which hadn't happened at all the previous day), but I also had trouble with turns. The falls were also harsh, as the snow had turned into ice. After the first run, Tim walkie-talkied us and said the snow was softer up on the mountain. In a bold move, Kristin and I decided to take chair 8 up to the top of the hill.
All in all it took us 45 min to get down. Pretty pathetic, but we had fun though.
That night we got ready for New Year's. It was dejavu from last year's New Year's, as a group of about 10 of us wandered around the streets of Glacier trying to find a random party. We finally bumped into a so-called party with a bonfire surrounded by a bunch of what seemed to be Warren Miller-movie characters. Not to mention that we were older than the rest of those kids.
Our next stop was a friend's party. Just like the first party, we were amidst ski and snowboard bums. Upon joining some strangers under a big Costco-size umbrella (it was raining), we met "The Champion," who had been introduced to us as "Timmy the Teddy Bear" the night before, at the local bar. Timmy the Teddy Bear had all sorts of local gossip for us (love triangles, etc) as well as some interesting life stories (his family owns the driving range and mink farm in Glacier). I very much enjoyed the gossip, even though I didn't know any of those people. I told him I'd like to come back to Glacier for some more juicy gossip...and perhaps even more snowboarding.
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Xmas
It's been hard getting into the Xmas spirit this year. As I've told several people, the Holiday campaign is the worst thing Best Buy could ever do to us. Work has been crazy, with no sign of slowing down.
My sister and brother-in-law invited my family and his family over for Xmas. There was tons of food and a enough wine to make some of us a bit tipsy after the first hour. Charlie ended up busting out his rapper-wannabe moves, which was pretty hilarious.
We ate lots and opened presents afterwards. After the parents had gone home, we ended up playing "catchphrase," which is like that "Password" gameshow. It was fun.
Merry Xmas everybody!
My sister and brother-in-law invited my family and his family over for Xmas. There was tons of food and a enough wine to make some of us a bit tipsy after the first hour. Charlie ended up busting out his rapper-wannabe moves, which was pretty hilarious.
We ate lots and opened presents afterwards. After the parents had gone home, we ended up playing "catchphrase," which is like that "Password" gameshow. It was fun.
Merry Xmas everybody!
Have Yourself a Very Chinese Xmas
With my dad gone for Xmas, Tim and I took my mom out on Friday night for dinner at Daniel's Broiler and a movie.
Dinner was good, and we went to see "Memoirs of a Geisha" at Pacific Place.
The director pretty much used the same cast from "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon." I guess he figured moviegoers wouldn't notice that all the Chinese cast from "Crouching Tiger" all of a sudden became Japanese, and just as suddenly acquired the matching Japanese accent that made them said "pRease" (instead of "please") and "rife" (instead of "life"). I genuinely understand that the director wanted to make the movie more "real" by doing that, but the damn accent made it hard to understand what the characters were saying. I think he should have either done it all in Japanese with subtitles for authenticity's sake (which I know would be impossible in this case, since the cast was, as I mentioned above, Chinese, NOT Japanese) or in English, so that people could actually understand the dialog.
Overall, I liked the movie, despite the fact that it got horrible reviews. It was a bit slow at times, but the cinematography was amazing, and the the plot, which for the most part follows the best-selling book (according to Tim) was good. After the movie was over and the credits started rolling, I realized that the solo cello pieces were played by Yo Yo Ma. I concluded that they pretty much rounded up all the famous Asians they found to make this movie.
My mom was going to spend the night at my place, and as we were walking back to the apartment, we saw this cute, small Chinese girl screaming at what we think was her boyfriend. She was obviously mad and didn't care that we were spectators and she was the spectacle. Since my mom was there, we asked her to translate whatever threat the seemingly sweet, but obviously crazy and mad girl was yelling to the poor boyfriend. It was: "If you do this again, you will DIE an UGLY DEATH!" We thought that was pretty funny and Tim was thankful that despite being Asian, I am not a bitchy Asian. He is a lucky guy indeed.
It was hard to sleep at night, as my mom is a much worse snoorer than I remember. Not only that, like all old people, she gets up at the crack of dawn. That morning was no different. She got up at around 5am, and tiptoed to the bathroom, laptop under her arm, lest she would wake me up (I live in a studio). At 8am, I wake up to find her sitting on the toilet in my bathroom, playing MAH JONG on Yahoo! Games.
Dinner was good, and we went to see "Memoirs of a Geisha" at Pacific Place.
The director pretty much used the same cast from "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon." I guess he figured moviegoers wouldn't notice that all the Chinese cast from "Crouching Tiger" all of a sudden became Japanese, and just as suddenly acquired the matching Japanese accent that made them said "pRease" (instead of "please") and "rife" (instead of "life"). I genuinely understand that the director wanted to make the movie more "real" by doing that, but the damn accent made it hard to understand what the characters were saying. I think he should have either done it all in Japanese with subtitles for authenticity's sake (which I know would be impossible in this case, since the cast was, as I mentioned above, Chinese, NOT Japanese) or in English, so that people could actually understand the dialog.
Overall, I liked the movie, despite the fact that it got horrible reviews. It was a bit slow at times, but the cinematography was amazing, and the the plot, which for the most part follows the best-selling book (according to Tim) was good. After the movie was over and the credits started rolling, I realized that the solo cello pieces were played by Yo Yo Ma. I concluded that they pretty much rounded up all the famous Asians they found to make this movie.
My mom was going to spend the night at my place, and as we were walking back to the apartment, we saw this cute, small Chinese girl screaming at what we think was her boyfriend. She was obviously mad and didn't care that we were spectators and she was the spectacle. Since my mom was there, we asked her to translate whatever threat the seemingly sweet, but obviously crazy and mad girl was yelling to the poor boyfriend. It was: "If you do this again, you will DIE an UGLY DEATH!" We thought that was pretty funny and Tim was thankful that despite being Asian, I am not a bitchy Asian. He is a lucky guy indeed.
It was hard to sleep at night, as my mom is a much worse snoorer than I remember. Not only that, like all old people, she gets up at the crack of dawn. That morning was no different. She got up at around 5am, and tiptoed to the bathroom, laptop under her arm, lest she would wake me up (I live in a studio). At 8am, I wake up to find her sitting on the toilet in my bathroom, playing MAH JONG on Yahoo! Games.
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Kids Say the Darnest Things
Tim and I are back from AZ, after spending three days around 5 kids, all under 3 and 1 8-year old.
1) This one comes from Mckenzie, Tim's little niece from Tennesee (who asked me if my name was Kelly or "MISS Kelly").
I took her to the bathroom to go potty. Mckenzie sat on the toilet for two seconds, got up and said: "I'm done." I'm like: "What do you mean, you're done? You haven't even gone!" to which she nonchalantly replies: "It just won't come out!"
2) Upon hearing me call Tim "Timothy," Drew (Tim's son) asked me: "Why do you call him "Timothy? Is it just to humiliate him?" (he obviously thought Tim was Tim's real name and made it known that he thinks "Timothy" is an ugly name.
1) This one comes from Mckenzie, Tim's little niece from Tennesee (who asked me if my name was Kelly or "MISS Kelly").
I took her to the bathroom to go potty. Mckenzie sat on the toilet for two seconds, got up and said: "I'm done." I'm like: "What do you mean, you're done? You haven't even gone!" to which she nonchalantly replies: "It just won't come out!"
2) Upon hearing me call Tim "Timothy," Drew (Tim's son) asked me: "Why do you call him "Timothy? Is it just to humiliate him?" (he obviously thought Tim was Tim's real name and made it known that he thinks "Timothy" is an ugly name.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Into the World of White Peeps
It's true. By marrying Tim, I have fallen deeper into the abyss of the world of white peeps. Not only will I carry the name "Sale" and have a jar of pickles in my fridge, but now, I will also have one of those cheesy studio-made portraits; or worse yet, I will be the subject of one of those lame pics that people put in gold picture frames right next to little glass bells and Hallmark Precious Moments figurines.
It all started when Tim apologetically told me that next week, when we go to Arizona for a pre-Xmas weekend, we would be taking a family pic. That in itself made me cringe. You see, Asian people would never SPEND the money to have a real photographer take a professional picture. Not only that, my Asian peeps are too reserved and awkward to pose in front of a studio camera.
And tonight, I just found out that I will have to comply with a strict dress code, namely two sets of choices: jeans or khakis and white or denim shirt. When asked "WHY, oh WHY" it would have to be that way, we were told that "it looks better when everybody looks the same." Sometimes I wonder if they remember that I'm Asian.
It all started when Tim apologetically told me that next week, when we go to Arizona for a pre-Xmas weekend, we would be taking a family pic. That in itself made me cringe. You see, Asian people would never SPEND the money to have a real photographer take a professional picture. Not only that, my Asian peeps are too reserved and awkward to pose in front of a studio camera.
And tonight, I just found out that I will have to comply with a strict dress code, namely two sets of choices: jeans or khakis and white or denim shirt. When asked "WHY, oh WHY" it would have to be that way, we were told that "it looks better when everybody looks the same." Sometimes I wonder if they remember that I'm Asian.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
The case of the maroon turtleneck
When I worked at a well-known software company, my friend Lauren and I would amuse ourselves by making fun of all the geeks and the odd things they do. We would also call out all the "visual offenses" (as Lauren called them) we saw. We would dream of metal detector-type machines that would be installed in front of all building doors, sounding off alarms for all geeks that wore socks with Tevas or Taz-mania slippers. For the worst fashion offenders, however, such as those wearing red (Dolce) leather pants, skinny 9-inch ponytails of greasy hair, 1980's high-top black Reeboks or had their last names tatooed on their arms, a mini-cage would drop down from the ceiling, thus imprisoning those who are a menace to the fashion world and the social world in general.
When I started working at an advertising agency, I was relieved to see that I was going to be surrounded by the new JCrew/Banana Republic fall collection and an occasional Dolce and Gabanna ensemble (not the leather pants though).
So you will understand my shock when somebody, SOMEBODY showed up at work with nothing less and nothing more than a maroon turtleneck underneath an oversize Cosby sweater! I was speechless, perplexed, offended, indignant. Since then, the maroon turtleneck/Cosby sweater duo has made several other (unwelcomed) appearances, much to my dismay.
When I started working at an advertising agency, I was relieved to see that I was going to be surrounded by the new JCrew/Banana Republic fall collection and an occasional Dolce and Gabanna ensemble (not the leather pants though).
So you will understand my shock when somebody, SOMEBODY showed up at work with nothing less and nothing more than a maroon turtleneck underneath an oversize Cosby sweater! I was speechless, perplexed, offended, indignant. Since then, the maroon turtleneck/Cosby sweater duo has made several other (unwelcomed) appearances, much to my dismay.
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