1)
Parts of a telephone conversation that an English person who has moved to the area only a couple of weeks ago.
From the tone of the English person I figured that the person on the line was not doing their job properly.
English Person: I want you to get this done by tomorrow *or something to that effect*
Other Person: *I am assuming this* enshallah
English Person: No No No Not enshallah...but tomorrow...I need this to be delivered by tomorrow ok? Not enshallah! Tomorrow!
I couldn't hear the English person anymore but I heard someone else that was with the English person laughing really loudly.
2)
Warning: This is not for the faint hearted germaphobes or people who have a tendency to be obsessive compulsive.
The other day, while browsing the miscellaneous aisle at the local supermarket, I heard a familiar yet out of place clicking sound. I looked around trying to find the source of that sound. You can only imagine my surprise when I saw it coming from a guy who was leaning on the shelves cutting his finger nails. Yes, you read it right! He was cutting his nails.
I nudged my sister and asked her if I was imagining things. But, no I was not. The guy was really cutting his nails in the middle of a supermarket. I stood there staring at him in complete shock/disgust, trying to shame him with my stare. But the guy was oblivious to anyone around him, once he was done with the cutting, he moved on to filing the nails.
And once this little manicure session was over, he threw the nail cutter right back in the pile of all the other nail cutters for sale!
I am still astound.
3)
Last week, I was called in by my boss for a special project. A special project in our office lingo means a project that involves at least an H.E. level person. I was asked to work on a presentation for a certain H.E..
Honestly, I was thrilled; this was it. This was my break. This was my chance to prove to everyone how talented/smart/indispensable I am.
So I did my homework by getting a detailed brief, asking all the right questions and getting all the information needed blah blah blah trying so hard to impress everyone.
Little did I know, that my presentation was not really a presentation for the H.E. but more like a college project for H.E.'s daughter!!!!
I wish that I was kidding, but no I am not. That is the sad truth. Me: miss goody two shoes, the person who never *ok never might be too strong of a word* but who hardly cheated or copied anyone else's work back in school, had to *almost* do some spoilt brat's level 400 paper.
And that wasn't the end of it! To help me, help her with the project; she sent me copies of the chapters! To better understand the requirements !!!!
The nerve of the brat!!
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