Why doesn't someone just give that guy a blow job so that we can impeach him?
4:27 p.m. on 2005-11-05
Well, first week of work over now. Brain a little sore. Actually, the job itself is fairly straightforward, if you know more or less how a law office runs. The division of labor is excellent, so I'll be able to concentrate totally on the actual cases, without having to worry about client billings, costs advanced, and paying the boss' credit card charges. I'm a little rusty on the Spanish translation, but I'll get back into the swing of it. I was totally embarassed in front of my boss the first time (and only time, so far) that I've translated in front of him. I forgot the word for "release" (which I remembered on the way home- renunciacion or cecion de derechos. Duh. Both cognates) and so I was just trying to talk around it, explaining to the client what a release actually is, when her son interrupted and said "Do you want me to do it?" and proceeded to do the best fucking job of interpreting that I've ever heard. He didn't know the word for release, either, but he explained it much more efficently than I ever could. Turns out that he translated in the army, and he's been translating for his mom since he was six. Made me look and feel really bad. Oh well. I'll get back into the swing of it. For some reason I'm always attracted to the computer tech guys. They're always clean but comfortably dishevelled; they take showers every day but can't be bothered with their toilette otherwise. They mumble heatedly to themselves while they work, which I find fascinating, and they usually give me the impression that they play Dungeons and Dragons in their spare time. A little geekyness is always good in a man. The guy who came to enter me on the server fit this description pretty well. I don't even feel like writing in here now, so what's my problem?
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