Classist Douchebag
Jul. 24th, 2004 05:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpI got to see classist douchebag-ness in action today. And got to make fun of tourists!
Jen and I opted for some free entertainment today in the form of poking fun at DNC visitors. We T'd up to Copley to walk through the main library and get library cards, and then in the quest for cheapish lunch jetted up to the Pru to raid their food court. There was a Chipotle knock-off named Qdoba (how on earth does one pronounce that?) that we partook of so that I could get a giant burrito fix. It was not as good as my beloved Chee-pote-lay but its one saving grace was that you could get warm yummy queso on your burrito. Muy delicioso!
While we were tooling around the pretentious mall (did I mention that I hate malls? especially malls packed with wealthy DNCers?), Jen noted a Levenger store. (I think she can smell the money. No, really.) There was a teeny little sign that said to speak to the manager about sales opportunities. Since Jen had recently been talking about going back into retail to make money, she went inside and asked for the manager.
Because we were just wandering around on a rainy Saturday, she was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. She asked the manager about sales positions and he stammered and mentioned that he was not sure what they would have available for sales (then why have a sign, ass?) but that they had stocking positions. Jen nodded and explained to the manager that she had been an assistant manager at a Montblanc boutique and had worked at other pretentious pen stores. At that point, Mr. CD (Classist Douchebag) exclaimed an "Aaaah!" that was audible throughout the store and got all smiley-smiley. He then proceeded to tell Jen that he had a keyholder sales position available and invited her to come in for an interview on Monday afternoon. He then talked to her for at least 20 minutes. While I wandered around the store looking at ridiculously frivolous and overpriced objects. Not a single salesperson offered to help me. I guess I looked too poverty-chic.
What infuriates me (on top of everything else) is that this man has risen to upper management of a high-end store and has not learned to not judge people by externals /and/ has not learned how to not be completely transparent with his ignorance and classism. He makes me sick to my stomach.
(Although if it means that Jen becomes employed and is happy, he can be as phony as he wants, I suppose.)
Jen and I opted for some free entertainment today in the form of poking fun at DNC visitors. We T'd up to Copley to walk through the main library and get library cards, and then in the quest for cheapish lunch jetted up to the Pru to raid their food court. There was a Chipotle knock-off named Qdoba (how on earth does one pronounce that?) that we partook of so that I could get a giant burrito fix. It was not as good as my beloved Chee-pote-lay but its one saving grace was that you could get warm yummy queso on your burrito. Muy delicioso!
While we were tooling around the pretentious mall (did I mention that I hate malls? especially malls packed with wealthy DNCers?), Jen noted a Levenger store. (I think she can smell the money. No, really.) There was a teeny little sign that said to speak to the manager about sales opportunities. Since Jen had recently been talking about going back into retail to make money, she went inside and asked for the manager.
Because we were just wandering around on a rainy Saturday, she was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. She asked the manager about sales positions and he stammered and mentioned that he was not sure what they would have available for sales (then why have a sign, ass?) but that they had stocking positions. Jen nodded and explained to the manager that she had been an assistant manager at a Montblanc boutique and had worked at other pretentious pen stores. At that point, Mr. CD (Classist Douchebag) exclaimed an "Aaaah!" that was audible throughout the store and got all smiley-smiley. He then proceeded to tell Jen that he had a keyholder sales position available and invited her to come in for an interview on Monday afternoon. He then talked to her for at least 20 minutes. While I wandered around the store looking at ridiculously frivolous and overpriced objects. Not a single salesperson offered to help me. I guess I looked too poverty-chic.
What infuriates me (on top of everything else) is that this man has risen to upper management of a high-end store and has not learned to not judge people by externals /and/ has not learned how to not be completely transparent with his ignorance and classism. He makes me sick to my stomach.
(Although if it means that Jen becomes employed and is happy, he can be as phony as he wants, I suppose.)
