Dialogue de sourds
Jul. 3rd, 2006 03:14 pmMy post from Friday just showed up in my inbox, so here you go:
"Dialogue de sourds"
Today was riddled with conversations that bordered on the absurd. Most but not all involved the CAM and two transaction outlines on which she wanted L and I to work for her (never mind the fact that she is supposed to do that sort of work, because they're legal documents).
So both L and I each typed one out and gave it back to her. I put my work in the CAM's mailbox. Ten minutes later, this transpired:
( Read more... )
( No, really, it's in your box. )
Then a client came for a meeting. Mrs. Wing is, well, a very special lady. For one thing, she never speaks below a very shrill yell. This makes it very painful to speak to her. She also speaks no French whatsoever, and her English is limited (to put it politely). She and I routinely have conversations on the phone which make little sense to me and even less to her. To wit:
( English no worky. )
( Then she came in person )
So, yeah. This is how my day has been going.
"Dialogue de sourds"
Today was riddled with conversations that bordered on the absurd. Most but not all involved the CAM and two transaction outlines on which she wanted L and I to work for her (never mind the fact that she is supposed to do that sort of work, because they're legal documents).
So both L and I each typed one out and gave it back to her. I put my work in the CAM's mailbox. Ten minutes later, this transpired:
( Read more... )
( No, really, it's in your box. )
Then a client came for a meeting. Mrs. Wing is, well, a very special lady. For one thing, she never speaks below a very shrill yell. This makes it very painful to speak to her. She also speaks no French whatsoever, and her English is limited (to put it politely). She and I routinely have conversations on the phone which make little sense to me and even less to her. To wit:
( English no worky. )
( Then she came in person )
So, yeah. This is how my day has been going.