fuck me!

so my dad keeps yelling at me i need to venture out of the blue world that i call l'office, and thaw myself out in the comfort of the cafeteria, and meet some people (duh dad, i'm asocial!). for the first four weeks (granted i was in asia for 2.5 of those weeks) i held out. i stood my proverbial ground and clung to the tride and true all-too-real stereotype about the people who work here. you see i work at general electric, and when one thinks "who does ge employ?", the answer is usually "engineers". yup.....aliens/freaks/not-quite-human..whatever you want to call them. add in the extra bonus of me working at the global research facility, which means i get lab rats and engineers....and yea, my nerdy-wannabe-lawyer self is just WAY to cool for that shit. plus i have other reasons, but i'll get into that as story time progresses.

so in week 4 of my working here, and in week 4 of living with my parents and wanting to shoot them daily...i did what every self respecting person would do: just do it for the sake of them having one less thing to harp at me about during dinner. so! yesterday, i made the 2 mile trek (seriously this place is huge) to the cafeteria, got myself a salad and a diet coke, sat my fat ass down at a table full of people who looked to be about my age, and said "hi, i'm a legal intern here--mind if i sit here?" and the fuckers stared at me like i was some illusion for about two minutes, when one finally said "yea sure". so i sat there, while they continued to talk amongst themselves about whatever the fuck engineers talk about, when one finally asked "what's your name?" "oh elle", "elle what?"..."elle--hah i'm not posting my last name you dispshits, but i said it so nar nar nar", and then i got this look...the look i had anticipated. cue up aforementioned "other reasons" now: coincidently, my daddy-dearest happens to run ge global research...he is the big kahuna here, so when i said my last name everyone at that table assumed, much like i'm sure you're assuming, daddy dearest got daughter-darling a job. WRONG! daughter-darling got offered this job in march under the stipulation that she finish in the top 5% of her law school class (which i did). daughter dearest got offered this internship because she worked her ass off and wrote 4 research papers during her first year of law school about patent pools, royalty rates, trademark dress issues, and the meaning of intellectual property protection vis a vis the opening of china to outside technology and corporate ventures (coincidently, all things licensing deals with). daughter dearest was recommended for the job, not by her father, but by her contracts professor. so, as i sat there and i got that look of "you scum, can't you get a job on your own without your dad helping", i felt like utter and complete shit and just continued to eat my salad with my eyes averted. so ended my conversation with the engineers. and so ended me ever going to the cafeteria again, or trying to meet people from work.....i don't think any form of communication with people should be stipulatory on me explaining how and why i got my job, or wrought with assumptions about either. nope. and for the record...don't piss off the big kahuna's daughter when the company requires you to wear name tags....two words and she can have your asses fired!