mala mujer

Last Friday Jay and I were the only ones in the office for a couple hours. Fridays during the summer are almost not worth the trip in. Nobody had come in till about 11 and Hno L. left for lunch. Wouldnt you know it, soon after that the doorbell rang and in came two clients. I did my best to talk to them and let them read for themselve what job offerings we had on file. They kept asking me to make calls for them, and I honestly tried. The phone system is different here, and I never know whether I am making a call to a cell or a home phone. For one, you have to add an extra 09 at the beginning, and the other you dont. So I dial the 9-digit number to get an outside line and then guess the rest. Sometimes I am right. A lot of times the line is busy, or somebody took down the number wrong, or that line has been disconnected. After a frustrating hour with this one lady, she turned toward the bank of computers away from me, and said, under her breath, "Mala mujer." It means bad woman, or poorly function woman. Today she came in again, and wouldnt you know it, the spanish/english speakers were all gone again! Thankfully one of them came back after half an hour! Love the work! This week end Jay and I learned to trill our rrrrrr's a little. I think we are physically different according to the old country we came from. Jay and I cant roll our rrrr's because in England, where our ancestors are from, they dont even SAY their r's!!!!