SUPASTAH!

I am having one of those moments where I am completely confused with the powers that be at my job. We have to have a translation from English to a second language for something.

I had two years of the second language 20+ years ago in High School. For some reason this apparently qualifies me to be the person that takes the lead on this project.


Seriously? I don't even remember anything beyond the basics. But somehow this makes me the Subject Matter Expert. I can't stop laughing at this. It is just too absurd for words.

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  1. MavenJanuary 15, 2013 at 7:45 AM

    Thinking back to your teacher Ms. P, it makes me think of our gym teacher, Mrs. W., who gave me the very best advice ever (and if I see her at Mr. G's memorial service, I will tell her this!): NEVER VOLUNTEER. I know a smattering of several languages, and I know what a sticky trap you're in at the moment! UGH!

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  2. themagicofthefaceJanuary 15, 2013 at 7:49 AM

    I didn't volunteer. I promise you that. This was months in an effort to cover this somehow. Apparently I am it.

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  3. MavenJanuary 15, 2013 at 2:40 PM

    I would dummy up and be all like "Donde esta casa de Pepe?"

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