Open Bar: We're going to build a bar, and make the drinks pay for it!

[POFP]

Do you require a small help?

Are you having to need an assistance with your password?

In all seriousness, the worst is when they are quiet because they are shy and aren't confident in their ability to speak English. The funny thing is, it's these people that understand me the most. I just can't understand them because they won't talk louder. I feel bad for them, though. I know how that is.

[POFP]

I try to have the most patience with those ones, though. Getting openly frustrated with them doesn't increase their confidence or loudness. It makes the problem worse.

Also, it was suggested to me to learn their greeting and fairwells in their language. I think I'm going to do that.

[Meunster]

I feel like I have a secret identity. I'm helping a food not bombs group while being in the army. Neither must know.

[Cain]

I feel like I have a secret identity. I'm helping a food not bombs group while being in the army. Neither must know.

It's OK, I told them both.  You don't have to worry about it now.

[Trivial]

I try to have the most patience with those ones, though. Getting openly frustrated with them doesn't increase their confidence or loudness. It makes the problem worse.

Also, it was suggested to me to learn their greeting and fairwells in their language. I think I'm going to do that.

Not sure if you've run into this yet but you you have to be aware of the "shoot the messenger" fear.  Certain groups try to fish for the answer hey think you want instead of the answer that is reality, not sure if it is fear that will lose their jobs if they have bad news, but it happens even when it's something they didn't cause.  Very bad in IT, but unbelievably common in teams from India for some reason.

[POFP]

I try to have the most patience with those ones, though. Getting openly frustrated with them doesn't increase their confidence or loudness. It makes the problem worse.

Also, it was suggested to me to learn their greeting and fairwells in their language. I think I'm going to do that.

Not sure if you've run into this yet but you you have to be aware of the "shoot the messenger" fear.  Certain groups try to fish for the answer hey think you want instead of the answer that is reality, not sure if it is fear that will lose their jobs if they have bad news, but it happens even when it's something they didn't cause.  Very bad in IT, but unbelievably common in teams from India for some reason.

I have seen this a little, but on smaller scale. The only thing like that that I saw that was big was a guy from India desperately needing to re-open a ticket he incidentally closed as "Incomplete."The thing is, the area of IT he was in, the tickets they deal with can cost hundreds, if not thousands of dollars, especially for important changes. This was an important change. He basically tried to tell me anything he could to get me to re-open the ticket. But it was simply something I didn't have the ability to do. Level 1 guys can't re-open tickets. Least not where I work.

Other than that, I tend to have Indian users that are very very scared to ask simple questions about processes regarding low-level issues like password resets and Deskside issues. Or, the issue will be big, and they'll ask for a ticket to be routed to a specific guy that can't actually fix the issue, I'm assuming so that the ticket stays off the radar. Which doesn't help anyone unless that specific guy can route tickets.

[The Wizard Joseph]

I feel like I have a secret identity. I'm helping a food not bombs group while being in the army. Neither must know.

It's OK, I told them both.  You don't have to worry about it now.

[Cain]

So, medieval feasting in central London.

Pros: the singer who looked like Henry the VIII was chill.  The swordsmen and acrobats were also good, and the service was excellent.

Cons: the beer was watered down, I didn't see any mead and the food, though certainly traditional, was somewhat lacklustre.  Also I may be blacklisted after stealing the Crown.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Hey spags.

Things are OK. I finally graduated. 3 BS degrees, Cum laude, etc. I still have to finish my thesis, which I have like, one month to do.

My undergraduate research advisor wants me to do a Masters in her lab, which I am all about, but we don't yet know whether she can shoehorn me into the department given that applications closed in, like, September.

Surprisingly shitty housemate moved out, but has left a ton of garbage and wood and tools in the yard, which I presume he is simply counting on being able to trespass at his leisure to collect but what the fuck ever. If it's still here when we get back from Alaska I'm taking it to the dump.

I don't know how my dad is doing because my brother kidnapped him and took him to California.

EFO is also in California, but she's visiting her girlfriends and having fun.

LO, Alty, and I went berry picking yesterday and returned with 23 pounds of raspberries and blueberries. We're going back for blackberries with Little Alty in two weeks, yay!

I miss the boy one every day, all day. It makes it hard to think the way I'm used to thinking and by the end of the day I'm pretty worn out, but the pain isn't as excruciatingly constant anymore.

How are you miscreants faring?

[Meunster]

I feel like I have a secret identity. I'm helping a food not bombs group while being in the army. Neither must know.

It's OK, I told them both.  You don't have to worry about it now.

Thanks. Actually that's only get me shunned by the wing nuts.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

[East Coast Hustle]

I expect this to be the last thing I ever see, some fine day.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I expect this to be the last thing I ever see, some fine day.

[POFP]

Hey spags.

Things are OK. I finally graduated. 3 BS degrees, Cum laude, etc. I still have to finish my thesis, which I have like, one month to do.

My undergraduate research advisor wants me to do a Masters in her lab, which I am all about, but we don't yet know whether she can shoehorn me into the department given that applications closed in, like, September.

Surprisingly shitty housemate moved out, but has left a ton of garbage and wood and tools in the yard, which I presume he is simply counting on being able to trespass at his leisure to collect but what the fuck ever. If it's still here when we get back from Alaska I'm taking it to the dump.

I don't know how my dad is doing because my brother kidnapped him and took him to California.

EFO is also in California, but she's visiting her girlfriends and having fun.

LO, Alty, and I went berry picking yesterday and returned with 23 pounds of raspberries and blueberries. We're going back for blackberries with Little Alty in two weeks, yay!

I miss the boy one every day, all day. It makes it hard to think the way I'm used to thinking and by the end of the day I'm pretty worn out, but the pain isn't as excruciatingly constant anymore.

How are you miscreants faring?

It appears, on average, that things are getting better for you. VERY happy to hear that. I was worried it would be a very long time before we heard from you again (Speaking for those who only know you on here).

Things are looking up for a some of us, and looking bad for others.

[The Wizard Joseph]

So, medieval feasting in central London.

Pros: the singer who looked like Henry the VIII was chill.  The swordsmen and acrobats were also good, and the service was excellent.

Cons: the beer was watered down, I didn't see any mead and the food, though certainly traditional, was somewhat lacklustre.  Also I may be blacklisted after stealing the Crown.

That's a lifetime goal, right there. All of it.