I promised distinguished Stank troll Gillian that I would write about college football today. I can't muster any outrage about Boise State, however. The Indians used it all up this morning.
I'm an easy-going guy. Ask anyone. If companies want to outsource to India, I'll happily work with Indians. If companies want foreigners being their public voice, I blanch, but I understand. We live in a global world. I have to get along, even if getting along means my answering "Uh. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .yes" to questions I didn't remotely understand. At least I think it was a question. Toward getting along, I even try to put my queries in writing.
Dear Mr. Nahasapeemapetilon,Per your web site, I'm writing to request we set up electronic invoicing for my company. All the information you could possibly want is attached. Thank you for your assistance.
John
And then he'll write back, ever so politely.
John, please give me a call at the following number.
Fuck. Seriously?
I'll say one thing for Indians: they don't let a lack of proficiency stop them from talking at 800 mph. Ten minutes of excruciating, chewing-my-own-arm-off-to-get-free conversation later, I wonder: what did I just agree to?