1) I'm really glad my coworker taught me to say "Un momento por favor". as soon as people hear my atrocious accent they know to wait for the interpreter and don't try talking to me, which helps me not waste their time.
2) I have a sweet little-girl voice so sometimes men try to flirt with me, which is hilarious. I should draw one day the contrast between who they're imagining and Actual Me.
3) This job actually takes advantage of my education, especially in voice lessons. Ahahahahahah. Am tempted to say as much to my parents (who did not want me to take voice lessons) but I will not.
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Date: 2024-10-24 07:59 pm (UTC)(Voice lessons rock. I only sometimes got anything productive out of them at the *time*, when I was 16, but it gave me some good basics for Eventually, Down The Road.)
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Date: 2024-10-24 08:14 pm (UTC)They got the buxom part right.
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Date: 2024-10-25 09:53 pm (UTC)(The work not of that prolific songwriting team Trad and Anon, but of South African composer Solomon Linda—whose estate had the devil of a time getting the Mouse Empire to admit as much. Here’s the original Zulu version from 1938; the “lion sleeping” is a metaphor for Shaka Zulu as the legendary hero who will return in time of need:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vVkC44LjCL0)
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Date: 2024-10-27 01:19 am (UTC)beams and also beams
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Date: 2024-10-26 11:54 am (UTC)Keep that atrocious accent! When I was living in Italy, my accent improved much faster than everything else. So I'd say, 'excuse me, where's the market?' in decently-pronounced Italian, and the answer'd be sooooo much faster and more complicated than I was ready for!
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Date: 2024-10-26 03:32 pm (UTC)Ahahahaha I think my accent is indelible. When I went to Jamaica to visit my family on childhood summers, my aunt and grandmother would tell me not to speak when we went shopping, lest the vendors hear my American accent and jack up the prices. :D