Remember my post a few days ago about the obnoxious caller inquiring about "European or Western People" working in my office? Well, guess what ... I have the Full Feature this time.
So, in walks Rodica with an Indian guy dressed to the nines and his hair just so with hairwax. All ooh-la-la-look-at-me-I'm-so-pretty. Rodica introduces him and they take their seats at my desk.
Mr.Ooh-La-La is called Ginge. Ginge Dulai. He is a Consultant with Professional Investment Consultants.
He claims his PA has spoken to me, but I have absolutely no recollection. I later realise that the reason I have no recollection is that the PA was being oversmart and trying to get our contact details by misinforming me of the reason of inquiry. PA claimed to be from a magazine, while PA was actually from a Investment Consultancy.
They did have one thing in common: they both were for "Western People Only". Rodica very slyly excused herself to make an urgent phonecall (she obviously knew this guy for he crud he was!).
Now, I already had too many things against this spiffy Ginge sitting at my desk:
a) His PA had lied to me and he had conned me into a meeting.
b) He had interrupted my Orkutting.
b) He very obviously had a thing against people who weren't "European or Western People Only".
And all this from a guy who LOOKED Indian. (He later told me his family were from India way-back-when, but had been in the UK for 40 years now.)
For your benefit, I shall give you a blow-by-blow of the meeting:
Ginge: So, where are you from?
(looking very interested)BPC: Pakistan.
Ginge:
(looking slightly crestfallen) Oh. But you have lived in the UAE for a long time?
BPC: About four years.
Ginge:
(looking even more crestfallen) Hm. So you are married then?
BPC: Yes.
Ginge:
(A bit too hopefully) Where's your husband from?
BPC: Pakistan
Ginge has now lost all hope for me.
And then, just to tease him, I add that my husband's family has been here for the last thirty years and infact, my mum-in-law has just bought some property. Ginge's eyes light up and I think he is ready to wet his pants .... and that's when Rodica returns.
Things take an amazing turn and all interest Ginge had in me by virtue of my well-rooted family and my property-owning mum-in-law) was now directed towards Rodica who is "European or Western Only".
He went on a mildly interesting (I'll give him that) spiel of the benefits of investing in offshore products and yada-yada-yada and during the course of ten minutes, used the words "European or Western Only" ad nauseum.
By the end of his speech, I wanted to bash his skull in.
Why?
Because, the whole time this Ginge sat at MY BLOODY DESK, he addressed his speech to Rodica for the obvious reason that she is "European or Western Only".
Okay, so I mean no disrespect to Rodica, but she sits at a little desk at the office entrance and picks up the phone calls. I sit on a HUGE desk at the end of the office. You have to go through five people to come to me. I have bay windows. I sit behind a bloody desk on a BLOODY BIG CHAIR. Even a blind dog could tell that as far as the ladder of my office goes, I am but one rung away from the top. Rodica is much, much lower. I make TWICE of what she does.
And yet, this ignorant little shit was sitting at MY desk, trying to sell financial products to a girl who couldn't afford them simply because she was "European or Western Only".
And he was totally ignoring somebody who was not only interested in his product, but also very capable of buying it. And he did that while sitting at their BLOODY DESK just because they weren't "European or Western Only".
Oh, and just to make him uncomfortable, I offered him my card. (Actually, I offered him my card also because he didn't bother telling me his name and the only way I could find out was by having his card). So, at one point, he had the nerve to scratch out my name from my card to write Rodica's because RODICA DOESN'T BLOODY HAVE BUSINESS CARDS!
Now, if that's not a hint as to who's the Bigger Fish, then My Friend, You Are Stoooopid.
In the end, when it became clear to Ginge that Rodica was not interested in his proposition, he turned to me as an afterthought.
"Would you be interested in investing?" he asked.
"I would," I said. "But not with a racist bloody pig like you! Not with someone who sits at my bloody desk and ignores me just because I look Paki. I have PLENTY of money, but you're seeing NONE of it my BCCP Friend ."
(BCCP stands for British Chi Chi Pooch, or British Shit Wiper, for the none-Hindiized ones reading this blog. )And no, I didn't really say that. I just thought it. I gave him a wry smile that kind of said what I was thinking, but I highly doubt he could read my face ... after all, my face is not "European or Western Only".
