How's the grass over there?
Each year (ok not last year) around this time, my boss calls me into his office to hand me a letter with my new salary. Today was that day and though it was a better day than last year's, which never came, it was somewhat bittersweet.
Sweet to receive something, bitter to receive so little.
"Right Sourcing"
A few weeks back, I had to call tech support at a major computer manufacturer to report a failed disk drive. After being on hold for a few minutes, a voice cut through the muzak, barely audible. The woman on the other end of the line was not a native speaker of the English language.
Our connection was not the greatest. Imagine the worst mobile phone call you've ever received, now imagine that you're speaking to someone who is a non-native speaker of your language over that same connection.
I spent 15 minutes trying to explain my situation to this person. Eventually, she gave me another number to call, though it took several tries before I had all the digits correctly transcribed.
I hung up and dialed the number I'd scratched down. Again with the muzak. After a few minutes, I was treated to that friendly Texas drawl and actually received the help I needed.