I normally don’t blog about work, I mean who wants to get dooced for blogging. If it meant that I could make a living blogging, hell I might go for it but I don’t see THAT happening anytime soon.
The prior two weeks I spent doing one on one training with a new employee destined for our China office. This woman was very bright and friendly. She was formerly from China, had been living in the states for at least 6 years and was a graduate of an American university. An American at this point, right?
The second week I was sitting in my cube trying to focus and give somewhat meaningful training. I kept moaning and whining about my sore muscles after spending a weekend towing my family (including Charmin) around on a giant water trampoline tied to my waist.
There I am rubbing my shoulders and she simply looks at me and cocks her head curiously at me. I assume she cares why I am hurting and I explain what I was doing all weekend and finish up with “I am just out of shape.”
She pauses and like T1000 Terminator she scans me slowly from head to toe and says simply “Yes, you are.”
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