June 18, 2008
“yo no pienso que es justo…”
I went to talk to my boss, innocently, calmly. A heap of impatience, sleepiness, and frustration. I blurted out “I don’t think it’s fair that I am moving things when I’m paying a lot of money to have this internship.”. My limited vocabulary. I used to always practice that phrase in Spanish classes. “No es justo que…” I wonder what its impact is in this country. He retorted all these words in Spanish very quickly and told me to come back tomorrow. I didn’t want to leave it at that. I went back to his office and asked what he expected of me. Me, hearing myself speak Spanish. It’s odd –trying to comprehend what your mouth has already said.
It’s an insult to be ignored. This passive aggression in a foreign country with this jerk man. I can’t stand to be told move things and not be asked how my day was.
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