Four more days and the semester will finally be over. It has been--and still is--a very hectic week, with papers due and finals coming up (I just had two of them yesterday). This explains my long hiatus from updating this blog and I promise that I'll write more diligently come next week.
Anyway, I just cannot express how much I hate people who talk on their cellphones incessantly without any regard to their surroundings. The hate level is way up there at a not-too-distant second to my visceral hate for Bush. I know HATE is such a strong and highly charged word but there are only a handful of things I truly hate.
Back to the issue of reckless use of cellphones, what prompted me to devote this entry was this girl who is sitting next to me in the computer lab right now who seems to be incapable of shutting her trap--or her cellphone for that matter. There is a sticker pasted on every computer in the lab that says " Cell Phone Use is PROHIBITED." What part of the word "Prohibited" don't these people understand? Just go out of the damn room if you have to make/receive a call. Nobody in the lab wants to hear about how wasted you were last night after doing ten tequila shots at some frat parties or about how fucked up your love life is. Or, at the very least, please put the phone on vibrate. Your stupid ringtone is not going to impress anyone. Also, I almost got hit by a fucking SUV the other night by a driver--a female--who was obviously yakking on her cellphone. It was bad enough that she was driving that behemoth gas-guzzling monstrosity, she was also on the phone and the last time I checked, she was still a female. Talk about the trifecta of driving hazard: SUV, cellphone, and women. Call me a male chauvinist pig, but I haven't met any women driver whom I can feel comfortable (and safe) with while sitting in the passenger seat. It's simply the fact of life: Men are much better at driving cars than women.
Still, there are a few gracious souls who are sensitive enough to their surroundings to offer an apology if they have to make/take calls in public. I was at Rochambo a couple of nights ago waiting in-line to get my coffee when this guy in-front of me answered his phone. He later apologized to everybody in the line, even to the barrista behind the counter, about him talking on the cellphone and he said that he wouldn't have answered it if it wasn't that important. Last night, again in Rochambo, as I just about to get out of my chair and leave, this girl who was sitting at the table behind me asked if her talking on the cellphone bothered me to the point that I wanted to leave, and if it did, she wanted to apologize for the incovenience. I wanted to say yes, but decided to say no since she was nice enough to acknowledge that she was a nuisance.
I'm not saying that you have to apologize to the whole world every time you have to make/receive a call, but at least be a little sensitive to the people around you. Having a cellphone does not give you the carte blanche to do whatever the fuck you want. With it comes responsibility--to use it judiciously and to respect the people around you.
Anyway, I have to go see if Dr. Pienkos is in his office to complain about the grading on my paper. It was his TA that graded the paper and she's not very nice, to say the very least. It is as though she has a personal grudge against everybody in the class since I talked to a few people and they also think that she's an irrationally tough grader. Only if Pienkos can get off his lazy tenured ass and grade the papers and the exams himself. It does feel like a scene from "the revenge of the nerds" since the TA does look and act like an ultimate geek and this might be her way of repaying those who had wronged her in the past. Still, this class has been a total waste of my time and I should have taken a much more stimulating class in lieu of this one. I did not learn anything from this class (or the professor) and I will never take any other classes with him ever again. Thank god that I just finished its final exam yesterday and hopefully will get an A for it.
4 comments:
I can't help but smile when I read through the third paragraph. You sound just like my Dad! Or, even better, like majority of the male population in this world. It's lucky that I'm not some bra-burning feminist or else I would have been really offended over it (I think).
But I totally agree with you on the whole female drivers = hazardous/fatal issue. I've had a lot of people (all men) who commented on my (and other women) driving skills. Not commented actually, but more of an indignant protest.
Good luck, and take care! Rocket :)
Woman drivers..what can I say? Well, from what I heard--from a highly reputable source at that--you do fit the female driver stereotype to a tee with your Schumacher-like driving and Courtney Love-like mood swings. Poor George! Has he ever been in any accidents before? At least George is not a hulking gas-gobbling stomp-'em-all SUV, or otherwise it would've been a deadly mechanical killing machine with you behind the steering wheels. Just kidding, babe!
Am I that transparent... or have someone filled you up with the details? George did get into a semi-serious accident, thanks to me, but I have a valid excuse - I was just 3 months fresh of passing the P license! But I guess I was to be blamed, prior to the accident, I was looking at my rearview mirrow and got distracted by the cute driver behind me and when I looked ahead, it was 5 seconds to late to brake. And that dude swerved and he flew over the sideroad railing. He was with a girl, dang it.
A long explanation over nothing. sorry!
Well, I'd hate to say it's your transparent personality but then, one can always make an educated guess. Even I know how emotional and animated you get over the most trivial stuffs. Remember the debate we had about that no-good husband-killing slut Courtney Love? When we talked over the phone or SMS, half of the time was all about trading barbs and trying to one-up each other. I usually let you win because I'm such a nice gentleman. But you can take comfort in the fact women in general are as emotionally disturbed as you!! I'm kidding.. but a lot of woman drivers get distracted easily. Gosh, imagine if Johnny Depp is driving in a car next to yours on KESAS, only God knows what kind of highway catastrophe would have been caused by you. Well, only in your wet dreams that Mr. Depp would actually be driving a car in Malaysia, and in the lane next to you for that matter!
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