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lovefromgirlI come back from lunch early to find the Firecracker staring at her computer screen, a little lost. "How'm I supposed to leave a message if I can't even navigate the menu?" she asks. "It's all in French!"
I know I'm not technically meant to do this, but she's my brand new underling and it is my duty to help. I hold out my hand and beckon. "Headset."
When I put it on, she gets the idea and punches in the number. I bend over her keyboard, squinting to see what I'm doing. I'm not overly familiar with this campaign to begin with; I sincerely hope this guy doesn't actually pick up.
I proceed to get completely lost in the menu, which, in my defense, is badly recorded. The receptionist barely understands me, but that's okay, because she puts me through to the right guy -- and he is not home! Hooray! I do a little translating on the fly, conjugate a verb, spell out a phone number, and hang up, red in the face.
"Oh. My. God," I say. "I cannot believe I just did that."
Seven hours later, I'm still a little shocked.
So to Mme. Nye and Dr. Rapp: thank you. Thank you for putting me through my paces rigorously enough that I did not forget five years of French au lycée. I actually managed to use my language skills in the workplace. Isn't that somewhat the goal? ;-)
I know I'm not technically meant to do this, but she's my brand new underling and it is my duty to help. I hold out my hand and beckon. "Headset."
When I put it on, she gets the idea and punches in the number. I bend over her keyboard, squinting to see what I'm doing. I'm not overly familiar with this campaign to begin with; I sincerely hope this guy doesn't actually pick up.
I proceed to get completely lost in the menu, which, in my defense, is badly recorded. The receptionist barely understands me, but that's okay, because she puts me through to the right guy -- and he is not home! Hooray! I do a little translating on the fly, conjugate a verb, spell out a phone number, and hang up, red in the face.
"Oh. My. God," I say. "I cannot believe I just did that."
Seven hours later, I'm still a little shocked.
So to Mme. Nye and Dr. Rapp: thank you. Thank you for putting me through my paces rigorously enough that I did not forget five years of French au lycée. I actually managed to use my language skills in the workplace. Isn't that somewhat the goal? ;-)