Grassland Blue
Well-Known Member
There's a guy rings up fron 3.Foreign call centres.
He is Indian- ish.
His voice is that high pitched, try as I night, I can't understand a bloody word he is saying.
There's a guy rings up fron 3.Foreign call centres.
Indeed. No problem with their grasp of the English language (truth be told, they probably have academically better English than what I do). But their accents can make it very difficult to understand them, particularly over the phone (it would almost definitely be easier dealing with them face to face).Foreign call centres.
Isn't it "holiday" now? As in "happy holiday"?People who say New Years instead of New Year. Another imported Americanism.
Yeah, what could probably be sorted out in 10 minutes, seems to go on for days with the foreign call centres. It's that lack of understanding both ways. I have to tone down my accent for them: "t'internet int workin"Indeed. No problem with their grasp of the English language (truth be told, they probably have academically better English than what I do). But their accents can make it very difficult to understand them, particularly over the phone (it would almost definitely be easier dealing with them face to face).
"Can you repeat that; you're breaking up on me"Yeah, what could probably be sorted out in 10 minutes, seems to go on for days with the foreign call centres. It's that lack of understanding both ways. I have to tone down my accent for them: "t'internet int workin"
"sorry...what was that?""Can you repeat that; you're breaking up on me"
"You'll have to speak up; I'm going a bit mutton""sorry...what was that?"
We could go on doing pages of this...and it would be realistic. haha. "Sorry...i don't mean to be rude, but I'm having trouble understanding your accent, can you get someone else on for me, please?""You'll have to speak up; I'm going a bit mutton"
First one of the year this morning . Plenty more to follow throughout the year .It was just the tiniest of farts, sure I can trust it…..
I was on my way to get a coffee, not sure if the cute little coffee girls would have been into a wet patch on my pantsFirst one of the year this morning . Plenty more to follow throughout the year .
They just smile and quietly say 'ah there's that nice man from the care home'I was on my way to get a coffee, not sure if the cute little coffee girls would have been into a wet patch on my pants
Our postie is a gorgeous blonde lady. Why is she not wearing shorts at the mo?Fuckin wankers they are, I hate them with a passion, unfortunately there’s my address, then the same in the next town, lost count the amount of times they’ve claimed to have delivered stuff to me, even handed to me in person when they haven’t, and gone on to call me a liar a few times in emails on the strength of their employees say so that they did (maybe they did, just not my address).
Luckily, last time, they took a picture of the door they delivered it too (surprise surprise, it was the one in the next town, again) so made a complaint (again) and sent them a picture of my front door, eventually they apologised about 3-4 weeks later and said they’d make steps to get my parcel back, told them not to bother as he was a bigger **** than them (I got delivered a load of his kids presents one Christmas Eve so I drove to his house to make sure the kids got them in time for Christmas day, not a thank you kiss my arse or nothing from him).
The women are Davina rather than Dave. As in Davina McCall-Centre.And every single one of them is called Dave, even the women are called Dave.
Ha brilliant EL2 :-)The women are Davina rather than Dave. As in Davina McCall-Centre.
I had one, presumably from Mumbai, introduced himself as Patrick, which made me laugh and I asked him twice what his name was. Patrick both times. No way was this guy called Patrick, still we ( I ) had a laugh.And every single one of them is called Dave, even the women are called Dave.
Nice bit of word association there, fellow cityzen.First one of the year this morning . Plenty more to follow throughout the year .