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8.15.2008

jj and I seem to be speaking different languages lately. I, of course, am speaking perfect English. Possibly even proper English with a nice accent.

He is speaking Cyborg.

Conversations from today alone:

M - What is the address for Pictureline?

J - 700 South 305 West

M - Long silence as I figure this out in my head.

J - So you get off the...

M - Don't talk. more silence

J - Get off the freeway...

M - Did you call just to piss me off? Cause you are doing a good job.

Notice how I am so nice. He pauses in the middle of his work day to help me out and then I bite him in the ass.

And than just now:

J - The email is not going to work with your phone and your email.

M - So what you are saying is if I open the email on my phone than I cannot open it on my computer.

J - No. long silence

M - That makes no sense. I better try the question again. So if I open my email on my phone than I cannot open it on my computer.

J - No.

Fit ensues. Love when he cannot hear or answer my questions.

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  1. Blogger Natalie said:

    This is all too familiar.

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