Remember those scenes in The Little Mermaid when Ariel tries to "talk" to Prince Eric and tell him her true feelings, only to be left devastated because he doesnt understand, and in turn the putz leaves Ariel for someone else who actually has a voice? I know exactly how fustrated she must've felt.
After having my tonsils lasered out, I've litterally have had no voice. Just a raspy whisper with a lot of flem. I sound just like my neighbor Ms. Pelba, from down the street. She's been a heavy smoker for more than 50 years and every five minutes or so, she hawks up some kind of mucas-y goodness from the depths of her lungs and spits it out, as if she were going for a Guiness world record. It's really gross and no one has been able to spend more than 10 minutes with her. Just like me.
And it's not my fault. I cant help it if I sound like Charlie Brown's teacher and am always hawking up my beluga caviar-looking flem. How else am I supposed to get better? I know one major factor that could help would be much-needed bed rest, but for some reason, the very idea seems so foreign to my new managers.
During the week of waiting to know if I had gotten the job, I had scheduled an appointment with St. Joesph's hospital, because my primary physician had requested that I do so. After I got the job, I explained to Gina that I was going to need two days off for rest and recooperation. Apparently it went in one ear and out the other, because the day after my surgery, I was scheduled to work 12-8:30.
I wasnt in any pain, and I was still able to do my job, but still, you know? Working the floor and register have been so hard because not only do the customers want an answer right away, but if we were playing charades and we were on the same team, we would totally lose.
How hard is it to follow simple hand movements and finger pointing? I swear, Helen Keller had it easy compared to these folks. I even switched my means of communication to writing on post-its, but that took too long and people would walk away as I tried to write all fast to them. How rude is that? And then if I'm not dealing with people who dont understand, I'm dealing with the people who do. So many people have come up to me and sign language their questions to which I respond with an arched brow and a shrugged shoulder. So how exactly am I supposed to deal?
After having my tonsils lasered out, I've litterally have had no voice. Just a raspy whisper with a lot of flem. I sound just like my neighbor Ms. Pelba, from down the street. She's been a heavy smoker for more than 50 years and every five minutes or so, she hawks up some kind of mucas-y goodness from the depths of her lungs and spits it out, as if she were going for a Guiness world record. It's really gross and no one has been able to spend more than 10 minutes with her. Just like me.
And it's not my fault. I cant help it if I sound like Charlie Brown's teacher and am always hawking up my beluga caviar-looking flem. How else am I supposed to get better? I know one major factor that could help would be much-needed bed rest, but for some reason, the very idea seems so foreign to my new managers.
During the week of waiting to know if I had gotten the job, I had scheduled an appointment with St. Joesph's hospital, because my primary physician had requested that I do so. After I got the job, I explained to Gina that I was going to need two days off for rest and recooperation. Apparently it went in one ear and out the other, because the day after my surgery, I was scheduled to work 12-8:30.
I wasnt in any pain, and I was still able to do my job, but still, you know? Working the floor and register have been so hard because not only do the customers want an answer right away, but if we were playing charades and we were on the same team, we would totally lose.
How hard is it to follow simple hand movements and finger pointing? I swear, Helen Keller had it easy compared to these folks. I even switched my means of communication to writing on post-its, but that took too long and people would walk away as I tried to write all fast to them. How rude is that? And then if I'm not dealing with people who dont understand, I'm dealing with the people who do. So many people have come up to me and sign language their questions to which I respond with an arched brow and a shrugged shoulder. So how exactly am I supposed to deal?
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