Real quick, as it's been non-stop go this monday morning at work. I was enjoying my subway ride in - good book, good tunes and realizing that I have the luxury in coming in relatively late if I want too. I'm used to jobs in the past that you have to be in 8 am. And where 8:30 is pushing it. As long as I put in my 40 hours and get in by 10 am, no worries. Granted, I put in more hours than that, and do get in early and stay late. But nice to appreciate what you've got.
So coming up the elevator this morning, I'm in there with our local contractor - who worked on our office rennovation and works on alot of other floors in the building, and one of his crew. So the GC (general contractor) is this born and bred bostonian. The vowels are different, the r's adjusted, the h's manipulated. He's as irish or itlian or whatever, as it gets. Well, his employee is vietanamese, and he has some other crew that are chinese. You know how he talks to them? With an asian accent. At first I thought it was condencending, but than realized, the he figured out, if he talks like they do - with the broken english and accent and all, they understand him much better.
By the time I got off on my floor, I was close to cracking up in front of them. They were talking english the whole time - but I felt like I was next door in china town. Not what you expect, but you have to love Boston!
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