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cblj_backupToday I am the most misunderstood person on the internet. Not in any kind of sad, emo way, it hasn't been a bad day exactly. It's just that I am literally not making myself understood. I am cross-communicating with a vengeance. ENGLISH, WHY HAVE YOU ABANDONED ME.
We got three calls today from people wanting to talk to "the person in charge of fundraising". We are a business in charge of fundraising, but it's very difficult to make people understand this. We don't need to sell chocolates, sir or madam, we're a little beyond that now. No, there's nobody in charge of fundraising, or rather in a limited way everyone here is.
I had to explain our new security system to someone, again, but after 300 repetitions of this explanation, TODAY I effed it up.
I have three different web browsers, but only one of them currently functions well enough for me to order dinner. And it's Internet Explorer.
And then there was this thing with a man looking for a dentist, except I don't speak Arabic so it took us a while to establish that he was not in the dentist's office. (We did establish that he was from Egypt before we established that he was in search of a dentist. I googled one for him.)
I wrote the above while recovering from dinner, and then I looked down at my foot, which was tingling, and discovered that at some point during the meal I had ripped a three-inch gash in the side of my left foot. So now I'm not even communicating with my own nerve endings.
I don't have band-aids long enough for this, but I do have superglue!
Guys, don't let me glue my foot into a sock. That would just be embarrassing.
We got three calls today from people wanting to talk to "the person in charge of fundraising". We are a business in charge of fundraising, but it's very difficult to make people understand this. We don't need to sell chocolates, sir or madam, we're a little beyond that now. No, there's nobody in charge of fundraising, or rather in a limited way everyone here is.
I had to explain our new security system to someone, again, but after 300 repetitions of this explanation, TODAY I effed it up.
I have three different web browsers, but only one of them currently functions well enough for me to order dinner. And it's Internet Explorer.
And then there was this thing with a man looking for a dentist, except I don't speak Arabic so it took us a while to establish that he was not in the dentist's office. (We did establish that he was from Egypt before we established that he was in search of a dentist. I googled one for him.)
I wrote the above while recovering from dinner, and then I looked down at my foot, which was tingling, and discovered that at some point during the meal I had ripped a three-inch gash in the side of my left foot. So now I'm not even communicating with my own nerve endings.
I don't have band-aids long enough for this, but I do have superglue!
Guys, don't let me glue my foot into a sock. That would just be embarrassing.
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Date: 2010-12-03 12:05 am (UTC)(randoms cuts happen to me quite often. It's only when I look for the source of the blood stain on the canvas/drawing pad/book/random kitchen surface that I realize my hand/finger/forearm is bleeding...)
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