residual things meichensummeryu is feeling right now leftover from yesterday: humiliated, infuriated, indignant, and something that ends in a ridiculous melty mess but that's because of gdragon's hair which has nothing to do with anything so that part gets left out.

why do some people feel the need to be complete and total douches? is it fun for them, making other people's lives difficult in possibly an attempt to drag them into the same pit of misery they're feeling, or are they not even aware that they're shitting all over other people's faces? which is possibly even more worrying - that they are total ASSES yet they don't know about it. i went to the teahouse to film an assignment for photo205 yesterday after having called ahead over the weekend to confirm with their manager that yes i could absolutely be there. however exasperated he sounded, i figured, one, since he wasn't working anyways, and two, that i was coming in in the morning when the business was relatively slow and the place was quiet, that it would be okay. WRONG.

okay, so i've always known that most of the people who work there are just complete asshats in general, but i had no idea they would basically make me want to chuck norris them, badly, in the course of two hours. TWO HOURS, I WAS THERE, THAT'S IT, trying to fulfill an assignment and shoot video of the teahouse, interview the two workers, and quietly observe the customers who enjoy going there for the bubble tea, and yet i came out feeling largely degraded and lousy and half an hour late for my biology lab.

one of the workers, rian (oh yea, that's how he spells his name by the way because after complaining for half an hour that he didn't want to be interviewed how dare i even ask and fuck me for even being there, he spelled it out for me long and slow because yes i am five years old and don't know my fucking letters, me being the one who goes to university and you being the dropout working in a teahouse at 25) i-don't-give-my-last-name-out made it his personal mission to get in my way every way he thought possible. i had barely stepped in the place before he groaned like i was from the IRS and whined for ten minutes straight how there had been TWO PEOPLE in here filming already and HE CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN and LAST TIME HE HURT HIMSELF STEPPING AROUND THE PERSON WITH THE CAMERA and BLAH BLAH BLAH HIS LIFE IS SO HARD. sorry, rian, i am not the person who came in here filming two times prior, i am not the person who made you hurt yourself, i have permission from your manager and if you have a complaint take it up with him and let me try and fucking pass my class.

after that, it was no, i can't have his last name. no, i can't interview him even though when i was interviewing the other korean worker, he butted in and ruined one of his answers with his own opinion. no, i can't film behind the counter even though i essentially NEEDED it and my b-roll is now lacking one of the best parts because yes, i am going to steal all your drink making sekrits and broadcast it to the entirety of my photo205 class since... they are the only ones who will ever see this video.

basically, he made me feel like an annoying amateur paparazzi wannabe who was barging into his personal home and invading his privacy. i think possibly the worst part of it, though, was seeing rian (... i have an odd urge to purposefully spell his name wrong. fucker.) being perfectly civil and even charismatic to every other person who stepped into the teahouse to order a drink. honestly, how much more two-faced can you get? why, though, should i be surprised? before this, when i was just a customer, he was very nice to me. i had a good impression of him. he might've even made me laugh. even when i had talked to him a week ago about coming in to film and asking for his manager's phone number specifically FOR THAT PURPOSE, he hadn't wrinkled his face or said no, or made any indication that he was in any way adverse to the idea. i wish i had gotten how incredibly rude he was to me yesterday versus the mask of nicety he put on for everybody else.

well, FUCK YOU RIAN. i may have needed to suck my dignity up just so you wouldn't kick me out of the place and make me fail photo205, but hell if i'm ever giving you another tip. >:|||||| i have a feeling my stand-up was terrible because i was just so flustered and angry and unfocused that i could barely fake a smile, and even after six takes i couldn't get it right and ended up just turning off the camera.

at one point i thought about maybe just switching my topic at the last minute, so in a frazzled hurry, texted six random friends asking them about their jobs and if they would possibly let me film them this week. they were all responsive, except, oh of course, cortland the drama queen. this is how this conversation went:

me (mass text): hey! i remember you talking about your job and i am in a bit of a hurry bc my original subject isn't working out so well - do you think i could come film you sometime this week? not sure if i need it yet but an option would be nice :)
cortland: why do you only contact me when you need something?
me: ...this is the first time. i texted a few people bc my subject is being reluctant and i might need to do sthng else
cortland: so i'm your last resort?
me: no..... i texted six people at the same time to get some options. ???
cortland: doesn't answer because he's a fucking girl.

and he asks me why i feel like i have to walk on eggshells around him??? whatever, i can't believe i was ever friends with him. he's more sensitive than a roomful of girls on their period after their boyfriends call them fat, and i don't have the energy or the patience to keep dealing with somebody like that.

on top of that, i filmed andrew for a spot interview about fraternities since my final project is on greek life and since i had a camera and he was with me, i thought why not, but he ended up being totally boring and when i told him so, he kind of blinked and set his mouth in a line and started giving me one word answers just to be a dickwad. although, i think that part is kind of also my fault since i was in such a bad mood by the time i saw him that i wasn't exactly the nicest......... we ended up frowning at each other before i bumped into boya on my way out, and i just stormed out with her. and then arrived half an hour late to biology lab, had to stare at a three-week-old wilting pig fetus and make myself dissect it one last time, and listen to my stomach grumble until class let out and i got to trudge home completely exhausted. good points: class let out about an hour early, my biology lab partners are hilarious and let me vent, alison is in my korean class next year (free tutor!), and julia let me take the quiz after i rambled to her about how rian is a douche (i think i failed it though, so it's not that big a plus..)

anyway, if i didn't have habitual cravings for bubble tea, i'd boycott it. but i think i'd just be shooting myself in the foot, there. it feels strange, being able to hold onto a grudge for once since i usually forget about it after approximately half an hour, but seriously, rian no-last-name is one of the rudest, most belligerent people i have ever had the displeasure of stumbling upon. and if i ever do happen to make friends with chuck norris, he better watch it.

>:|

shake it off, summer. it's done, you have the video, with HOPEFULLY some good b-roll you can salvage to make a decent package. even if the stand-up is lacking. shake it off.

i was also going to write about how i'm disappointed i probably didn't get the internship i wanted for this summer and now i have no plans and just feel incredibly frustrated at myself for being my own obstacle AGAIN, but i'm not really in the mood to lecture myself right now and i think i've already helped myself decide it's not the end of the world however crummy i feel about it ;_;

hopefully the rest of this week will be okay.

mood_ roar
music_ bedrock - young money
crave_ not bubble tea.

Labels: angry ranting, life, school