White Flag Part II

Mood: Empty
Music: White Flag by Dido

I am so tired. I have spent the day hitting my head against a wall. The new guy is so dense.

I mean how many ways can I describe the same room. I gave him the official name, the slang name and several descriptions (like: "It looks like this room.", "At the back of the shop.", "The room with the big machine that is about the size of, oh, an elephant!")

Then I showed him the room and he still asked what the hell it was.

Then it took me 20 minutes to explain what dry ice was. Last time I checked carbon dioxide was the same in most languauges and all the other people I know from the Middle East know all the elements in English.

But I'm too tired to go into details. But all I have to say is it's day 4 of his training and I still think we're doomed.

Oh and did I mention, the preaching has started. Now he preaches Muslim retoric to me throughout the day. He looked like he was going to die when I said the human digestive system was not designed to digest meat. Now I get it from street corner bible thumpers and my co workers. Oh to be Pagan in Canada.