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May. 6th, 2016 02:11 amThere comes a point in meetings when everyone is getting passive-aggressive, and when I start dreaming of being able to shorten matters Darth Vader style by crooking my fingers and telekinetically throttling the obstructionists.
Some days it is our little daydreams that keep us sane.
That, and the fact that our team leader is just back from a trip to Geneva (work conference) and brought back a large bag of Lindt chocolates for the team. This is excellent for team morale. If not so much for team diets.
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She considered excuses they’d used before in the line of work while illegally entering other people’s property. “Shall we be the just married couple, here to check out an apartment for rent?”
“As long as you let me do the talking,” Kai said. “Your American accent is...” He looked for a tactful way of phrasing it. “Unconvincing.”
“It’s a perfectly good accent,” Irene said huffily.
“Yes, certainly,” Kai agreed. “It’s just not an American accent. And we don’t have time for practice.”
Irene glared at her reflection in the shop window, and adjusted a wrinkle in her stocking rather than look at Kai. “Oh, very well,” she agreed ungraciously. It was a continual irritation to her that she was better at imitating some accents than others. She could imitate dialect perfectly well, she could copy local slang, and she could even sound like a local speaker in a large number of languages. But the moment she tried to open her mouth in America, she inevitably got pegged as English. It was annoying.
Some days it is our little daydreams that keep us sane.
That, and the fact that our team leader is just back from a trip to Geneva (work conference) and brought back a large bag of Lindt chocolates for the team. This is excellent for team morale. If not so much for team diets.
---
She considered excuses they’d used before in the line of work while illegally entering other people’s property. “Shall we be the just married couple, here to check out an apartment for rent?”
“As long as you let me do the talking,” Kai said. “Your American accent is...” He looked for a tactful way of phrasing it. “Unconvincing.”
“It’s a perfectly good accent,” Irene said huffily.
“Yes, certainly,” Kai agreed. “It’s just not an American accent. And we don’t have time for practice.”
Irene glared at her reflection in the shop window, and adjusted a wrinkle in her stocking rather than look at Kai. “Oh, very well,” she agreed ungraciously. It was a continual irritation to her that she was better at imitating some accents than others. She could imitate dialect perfectly well, she could copy local slang, and she could even sound like a local speaker in a large number of languages. But the moment she tried to open her mouth in America, she inevitably got pegged as English. It was annoying.
