BOO WHO?

I can’t believe I did it…

I used a technique while conducting business…

That if I used it in the States…

Every feminist would smack me on the head…

“We struggled hard to be taken seriously!” they’d say.

“And there you go and pull a stunt like this?”

But I’m not back in the States…

I’m in Mexico…

And American ways are not Mexican ways.

So here is my confession…

Twice recently...

When I felt like I was being taken advantage of…

Because I was being asked to pay more money…

For something I already paid for I...

CRIED!

Now mind you…

It was only after all means of reasoning failed…

But yes, me a grown woman boo hooed.

Oh it wasn’t sobbing or wailing…

I only quivered my lip, make a pouty face…

And produced a few tears.

And it worked!

“Good for you,” my friend Donna said.

“Now you’re understanding the Mexican way.

Mexican men can’t stand to see a woman cry.”

“It was phoney. I couldn’t believe I was doing it,” I said.

“But it worked, didn’t it?

“I haven’t used tears to get what I wanted...

Since the ‘70’s.”

“You’ll get used to it. Isn’t Mexico great?”

So?

What means have you stooped to, to get what you wanted?

Always, Em-Musing

FRUSTRATED & SATED

I struggle…

With technology.

“You’re technologically challenged,” people have said.

But am I?

I work with technology all the time…

It’s just that learning new stuff makes me crazy!

*light bulb moment*

Wait! Hold the brain cells …

I’m not tech-challenged—I’m tech-frustrated!

Yes, frustration is what grabs my brain…

And wrangles it down to mush...

Or shuts it down…

Or puts it into overload…

Or does something.

And then the only thing…

That makes my brain settle down is…

Tequila.

I confess…

I’ve been known to down a few shots…

When frustration strikes.

Like the other day…

I got a voiceover job…

From a former client in the States.

WOO HOOOOO! SQUEE!

Never expected that.

And it’s the first v/o in over a year since living here.

Excited, I ran out, bought a plug-n-play microphone…

Then came home…

And was ready to downloaded some software when…

No Internet.

*@#$&R@%^(*&^%^(^7$%*+:<#^^%$%**!

An hour later…

Not only had I worked myself into a tizzy…

My voice wasn’t ready to do anything but scream.

Not wanting to be intoxicated at noon…

I took several deep breaths…

Just then I looked at my phone.

Hmm? It had an Internet connection.

So something was askew with my computer...

I searched and found the computer manual and…

DUH!

Never knew there was a little button on my computer…

That turns the Internet on and off.

I must have inadvertently moved it to off…

When I plugged the mic in.

OK, now I was ready to record when…

*@#$&R@%^(*&^%^(^7$%*+:<#^^%$%**!

Well…

I won’t bore you with the frustration that followed…

But I will say this…

After three days of trial and error…

I sent the mp3 files for the 3 radio spots.

The client was happy.

Me? Exhausted but happy.

(and no tequila was used)

So tell me…

Do you ever get techi-frustrated?

Always, Em-Musing