Hey all,
I had a rather awkward situation develop, while on a sales call earlier this week. I think, a few of you might get a kick out of my inability to extract the wing-tip out of my mouth. So...
I recieved a request for technical assistance, from one of my largest accounts (they manufacture specialty consoles, for *&4@ vehicles). A specialized M&*#@ laptop goes into their... blah,blah... powder coating... scratches... magnesium... M)^#@* pizzed off.. please help solve problem... Vaughn.... etall. Before I put you all to sleep, here's the skinny...
The engineer is new, transfered from a facility in Denmark, I believe. I couldn't place the accent, but it was definitely from east of the Oder. Long story short; problem solved, magic hybtid/tape (developed for a military application in Desert Storm).All's well, 30k yearly (est.) in tape. Then comes..."Mr. Dumass" (me).
I ask, (with Russian gals very, very much on my mind) "Where are you from originally?" She says, " Eastern Poland" (being Mr. Dumass, I get that... deer in the headlights stoopid look B/C I'm assuming she is Russian). She reiterates, "Why do you ask?" (man with vacuous look on face). Instead of simply stating: I'm naturally curious, inquisitive etc. I say, " I'm going to Russia this Winter". At this point, the new lead engineer from Eastern Poland was looking at Mr. Dumass in a rather, shall we say, unique fashion. She continues on her newly acquired vendor prey, "Are you Russian?" I reply, " No,no I'm..." before I can finish... "DO YOU have family in Russia?" At this point; I've re-gained my bearings slightly, thinking... Poland, was included, in my nightly freedom prayers as a child (customer %*@)!) too. The (I)nquisition continues...
"No, I'm Ger...". I caught myself, I didn't want her to feel some pincher action... who friggin' knows. I start going thru my "Heinz 57" heritage in my head... "I'm Swedish & ..." Boom, now the assault on the neutrals, she states, "Did you know that alcohol... something about restriction... in some time period... blah, blah... in Sweden... you, should go to Russia, with, the sarcasm dripping from her lip)".
Now I'm thinking, EXTRACTION with the earned booty (tape). She, was/is (in reality): a very charming, bright, appreciative, talented and yes, proud woman! I won't bother, with my extraction methods (nothing lurid), but it took a lunch, and three more hours. The conversation, and her feelings on Russia and Ukraine were fascinating. I'll elaborate, if any one has interest. BTW - I mean no malice against: Poland, Catholicism... or Fuc.... Brazil!
Regards,
Vaughn