Feb 27, 2008

Foreign or Retarded? Part 2

Back in November I posted this noggin about a dude that worked here who was a little different..

Foreign or Retarded?

They just hired this guy to translate all of our manuals from Engrish to Dutch. So, he's from Dutch or something. Holland right? Somewhere in Europe. anyway. I cant tell if the shit he does is just weird because he's from a different culture or if its because he's a retard.

Everyday he passes my cube in the morning and greets me. nothing wrong with a greeting but the accent in his voice and his over excitement has a faint odor of mentally challenged. I'm sure he's really intelligent because he's trained as an engineer. enough so that he'd translating technical jargon for us.

Last Monday I heard him going cube to cube telling people it was his birthday. then he finally got to my cube. in his Hollish accent he says "Hello, It's my birthday today" and offered me a prewrapped carrot cake out of a box of carrot cakes. Now, is this something they do in Ductchland or is it just that he's a retard? Seemed weird.

Maybe he thinks we're all retarded for voting for Bush and shopping at Walmart and driving Hummers.. oh wait we are retarded.

One thing that I forgot to mention then, or maybe I hadnt realised it yet is that he sucks at computers. Which was kind of cute at first but then started to get on everyones nerves.

So like I said, he was hired to translate our manuals, which he was good at, but the hugest obstacle for him was that he basically didn't know how to operate a fucking computer. So when everyone around him got sick of showing him how to save documents, or how to edit text in Word. One of his biggest problems was finding a document that he saved but didnt know where he saved it too.

Everyone here started to have this kind of "OK marcel, what is it NOOOW?" attitude, which apparently he couldn't tolerate any more.

Then, well, snapped. I was out in the shop and saw him talking to one manager. then after I came back to my cube they both go to his cube and he's yelling.. Verbally having a meltdown in his goofy accent.

"yeu cant treat me like dis... yeu treate me like eh .. like eh, nose uppity, like I am some kind of eediot. yadda yadda"

well dude, you are an idiot. Come back when you learn Windows and Office.

Then he storms to the C.O.O's office and does the same thing.. then the next thing I know he's in his cube taking down his pictures and then left.

Later dude. fuck, its a good thing I don't work at the post office. I could be dead.


Some people might think that I am being insensitive to someone new to this country and their difficulties fitting in. I'd like to point out that most of this post is in jest and is not meant to harm or hurt anyone. I wish Marcel the best and hope he finds a new job. I now realize that i should have taken more time to point him in towards resources that could have helped him improve his computer skills.

I wish I had the balls to tell of my boss and quit like that but nonetheless, I am a big, fat, stupid, American that has been stripped of all my basic pride and hope. But, because I am too much of a pussy to move or even hope for change, I accept the status quo and make fun of those who do not so I can feel better about myself.

God Bless America.

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