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R. Linda:
Yesterday, a bunch of us went over to watch a racket ball competition between employees. Next door was an Internet cafe. I wandered into the cafe for a cup of joe, and next to the door was a computer with a mic. Since I was by meself and everyone else was next door, and the place had hardly anyone there, I'd see about that sound wave you requested for your birthday. Each computer has a wall between machines, so I knew I was afforded a wee bit of privacy.
I paid me money, sat me down and turned on the wave maker. I had to get a disc to record, so I got one from the counter, sat down again, clicked on the mic and rambled to meself the directions and then started talking about nothing really. The girl from behind the counter came over to see if I was properly connected, and along with her came Ms. O'Reilly, me nemesis from work, who delivered a short zinger in me direction before going off to the racket ball place next door. Leaving me to me business, I couldn't think what to say and with a few people about, I was self-conscious. I probably would have rambled on forever if (of all people) Kathleen O'Reilly hadn't come wafting back in to ask me what I was doing and who I was talking to. I told her I was just seeing if I was going gnarly because I didn't know what to say.
I sounded like an absolute arse, I did. I started reminiscing about me Mam's fry and then questioned meself on what being Irish means. It was all foolish, and I don't know if I will send it or not. Anyway, Kathleen told me I had hit the BROADCAST button and was broadcasting live to the entire complex. I be very embarrassed to say the least. And, you'd know the people I work with will know it be me because of me accent.
What I don't do for you! I feel as nutty as the letters I write. DO NOT give that wave out. It be embarrassing enough I be sending it to you. I will never send again if I hear me voice in a chat room. Ok, now, with that said, Happy Birthday, you're thirty again is it? Well, happy 30th and many more 30ths to come!
Gabe (in hiding)
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R. Linda:
Yesterday, a bunch of us went over to watch a racket ball competition between employees. Next door was an Internet cafe. I wandered into the cafe for a cup of joe, and next to the door was a computer with a mic. Since I was by meself and everyone else was next door, and the place had hardly anyone there, I'd see about that sound wave you requested for your birthday. Each computer has a wall between machines, so I knew I was afforded a wee bit of privacy.
I paid me money, sat me down and turned on the wave maker. I had to get a disc to record, so I got one from the counter, sat down again, clicked on the mic and rambled to meself the directions and then started talking about nothing really. The girl from behind the counter came over to see if I was properly connected, and along with her came Ms. O'Reilly, me nemesis from work, who delivered a short zinger in me direction before going off to the racket ball place next door. Leaving me to me business, I couldn't think what to say and with a few people about, I was self-conscious. I probably would have rambled on forever if (of all people) Kathleen O'Reilly hadn't come wafting back in to ask me what I was doing and who I was talking to. I told her I was just seeing if I was going gnarly because I didn't know what to say.
I sounded like an absolute arse, I did. I started reminiscing about me Mam's fry and then questioned meself on what being Irish means. It was all foolish, and I don't know if I will send it or not. Anyway, Kathleen told me I had hit the BROADCAST button and was broadcasting live to the entire complex. I be very embarrassed to say the least. And, you'd know the people I work with will know it be me because of me accent.
What I don't do for you! I feel as nutty as the letters I write. DO NOT give that wave out. It be embarrassing enough I be sending it to you. I will never send again if I hear me voice in a chat room. Ok, now, with that said, Happy Birthday, you're thirty again is it? Well, happy 30th and many more 30ths to come!
Gabe (in hiding)
Copyright © 2004 All rights reserved
