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... Thursday, April 20, 2006

something bizarre which happened today:

one of the kitchen staff (and our kitchen staff are all bengish, as most kitchen staff are), the one that really doesn't seem to like me and has told me off a few times for certain inconsequential things, suddenly talked about 'death of a salesman' today in reference to some thing or the other. i can't remember what he was referring to, but he talked about 'death of a salesman' and said, 'you know the book? it's a nice book' to my manager. and i wanted to say, 'YES, you read arthur miller?!' but i was too scared to because i didn't want to appear smartass to someone who already didn't seem to like me very much.

it's something i'm very careful of somehow, appearing too smart and well-read. it just doesn't work for the street cred, i find it very stifling sometimes and feel subconsciously condescending (when, really i'm not, i'm just trying to fit in).

+ posted by M @ 10:22 PM

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