I have a temp job as an administrative wench, being split between a marketing and quality department.  There is a possibility of being hired, which I am very excited about, and am trying my hardest to prove myself indispensable.  They will, at least, recognize that I am good for entertainment value.
Shortly after 7 am, my boss walked into the room where I was scan archiving and began speaking to me.  In German.  I gave him my best, "Sir, I have been awake since 5 AM.  See that pot of coffee?  Hey - look at that.  I made coffee.  For all of you.  Please keep me and put my ass through MBA school.  But anyway.  That coffee?  Noyt done yet.  And you are speaking to me in a foreign language" look.
By the way - that is a LOT of things to convey in a single look for someone awake since 5 AM but no coffee.  But I did it.
He said, "Come on, you went to *** high school!  They teach you German there!"
"Yes, but I didn't take it," I said.
Man started talking at me in Spanish.
Now, I did take four years of Spanish, including Spanish AP, and know enough to be able to survive in a Spanish speaking country if the people are nice and speak slowly and simply.  But, again, this was 6:50 in the morning and I had no coffee.  Wanting to appear well-rounded, educated, and impressive, however, I panicked and yelled, "ME GUSTA TE OMBLIGO!!!"
He stared at me.
I stared back.
He cracked up and walked away.
For those puzzled - yes, that does indeed mean, "I like your belly button."
I hate my life.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Just don't ask how many times she jammed the paper shredder
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3 comments:
I am motorboating your blog.
ahem... TU
that is all
hey early bird,
tell that paper shredder to suck it.
xoxo
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