The
title of today’s post is but one more in an ever-increasing line of examples
demonstrating that I am not mature enough be to working in a grown-up
environment. (Some others include me having my own fist-bump with the UPS man
and screaming loudly in the lobby when the doorman gets me into the
elevato-LIFT! Sorry, lift – last minute.)
Today
I did something I feel I have to share to deflate the bubble of awkward
swelling in my head. Because at the moment, I feel a bit like you do when
you’re on your own and you fall down in the street. There’s nobody with you to
help you up and share in your misfortune, so you have to just furtively sneak
back on your feet. People walking past can’t laugh at you, because let’s face
it, it’s London; they wouldn’t stop if you were David Cameron (in nocturnal
reptile form) standing in the middle of Westminster Bridge, shooting fire out
of your eyes, screaming ‘desist in your futile pursuits humanfolk, the end is
nigh!’, while flickering your black lizard-tongue Anthony Hopkins style over
your next prey. So you can either be the weirdo who just stacked it in the road
and hopes nobody saw, or the weirdo who is laughing wildly to themselves in
public. You hope to at least catch the eye of someone who’s slightly amused,
otherwise you just have to keep on walking, hiding your red face until you’re
pretty sure everyone around you is a new stranger that didn’t see you trip 10
minutes ago. Anyway, I digress.
So this morning, I’m leaving a voicemail for some important
executive at some big investment firm. This guy doesn’t have an assistant, so
it’s not my usual girl-to-girl ‘can our CEO come play with your managing
director for an hour or so next month? No, of course he can come here, we would
be happy to have him. They get on so well together after all, don’t they?’
Instead, I’m leaving a message directly for this actual man, and I’m probably
getting ever so slightly tongue-tied. Anyway, I’m nearly at the end of my
message. Leaving my contact details, almost home and dry. Just got to sign off
and hang up. And what do I say?
‘bye bye’
Yes, ‘bye-bye’. Not the formal, sophisticated ‘goodbye’, or the quick, simple ‘bye’, both of which would have been fine. And not even the slightly twatty ‘bu-bye’ which, when not suffixed by ‘now’ or ‘darling’ or both of those, is passable. No. I hadn’t decided on a sign off, and while my brain was passing me the one syllable ‘bye’, my mouth had clearly prepared itself for the whole two syllables, and was unstoppable after the first. The result of which was that I put equal emphasis on both ‘bye’s, ending this train-wreck of a voicemail with an expression last used in the plural, voiced by Toyah Willcox and prefixed with the phrase ‘time for tubby-’
‘Uh-oh!’
So
there’s my verbal stack in the street. And with it another name is added to
this list of powerful New York businessmen who have probably stopped returning
my company’s calls on my account. Unfortunately I couldn’t share it with my
adult worker type ‘colleagues’ because they wouldn’t laugh. I’m therefore
sharing it here. Let it serve as further substantiation of my
immaturity, awkwardness and whimsy which will one day earn me the official
government classification ‘unfit for office’.
Although,
while we’re on the subject of phrasing...
I
have to deal every day with Americans using ridiculous lexical inventions like
‘FYI’, ‘going forward’, ‘diarize’ and ‘vaca’ without a hint of sarcasm in their
tone. It’s hard for me to accept this and continue as if nothing absurd or
laughable has just happened. Just saying. I feel like I’m in an episode of some
naturalistic satirical* comedy like ‘Veep’ or ‘The Office’.
*Is
that an oxymoron? Comments please nerd-types.
Fairly sure satire can be naturalistic? Think you're good ;) FYI.
ReplyDeleteyeah, well clearly it can (Have you seen the new Thick of It series?) Technically though, sounds weird to write down! THANKS :)
Deletei agree with your mommy, just tell everyone byebye is a cutesie english thing we all say over here... be a trendsetter! :) x
ReplyDelete(btw i'n not annonymous i'm katy i just don't understand how to comment)
I once accidentally blew a kiss to my friend's home telephone answering machine at the end of my message, so I know that sickening feeling that comes after you hand up. I think the man will have found it charming though, t'inquiètes pas! (Don't worry)
ReplyDeleteFor fuck's sake, Siobhan. You ruined EVERYTHING. When that business goes down the drain, and it WILL, it will be ALL YOUR FAULT.
ReplyDeleteUgh.
I'm never being friends with you again.
(loveyoubye! :) )