Since I am not normally an angry person, and yesterdays thoughts were horribly depressing I will write to you today about some things I have been thinking doing and seeing.
Mum came to visit me for my birthday last week, Italy welcomed her with rain, clouds and freezing cold weather. She left yesterday and today was the sunniest most beautiful day I have had since I got here. I swear this country is stubborn and contrary. I don't know that I'll grow to love the place as much as I do Spain, or have a distant love and feeling of unworthyness that I get with France, but I have a grudging respect for this small part of Italy. It is so different to the rest, I am told by two guys who come from Venice and speak perfect spanish. They consoled me by saying they find it hard to understand the people here because of the local dialect. Maybe I am not such a dunce.
I have had some really lovely clients, and some downright scary ones, but the ones I briefed today brought with them a presentiment of Doom. They seemed to have no sense of humour what so ever and proceeded, after my assertions that the walk would be difficult but do-able, to get lost. Then phone me to tell me they'd gotten lost at 7pm, the conversation went something like this:
Client: *my name* today we got lost
Me: Oh no! do you need me to come and pick you up?
C: No, I said we GOT lost not we ARE lost.
M: oh...
C: I thought you should know that your directions are just plain unfindable on page 26
M: Ah, um, right, which, um point?
C: *reels off a list of points*
M: Right, ok I have made a note of those points and I'll check them tomorrow
C: We had to walk back to town and get a BUS, A BUS!
M: I'm terribly sorry
C: You need to let everyone else know that is walking after us that it's just IMPOSSIBLE to find the route
M: Um yes, I shall do
C: Very well, Goodnight
M: Um..Goodbye
I wasn't honestly sure what to say, no one else has gotten lost at that point, mainly because you're heading towards a town on the top of a mountain that you can't miss, it's the only civilisation for MILES around! And if they won't call for a lift how am I supposed to help them having to take a bus? Some of the expectations of these people confuse me, I know they're old and far too wealthy for their own good but still...
And finally, seeing:
Mum came to visit me for my birthday last week, Italy welcomed her with rain, clouds and freezing cold weather. She left yesterday and today was the sunniest most beautiful day I have had since I got here. I swear this country is stubborn and contrary. I don't know that I'll grow to love the place as much as I do Spain, or have a distant love and feeling of unworthyness that I get with France, but I have a grudging respect for this small part of Italy. It is so different to the rest, I am told by two guys who come from Venice and speak perfect spanish. They consoled me by saying they find it hard to understand the people here because of the local dialect. Maybe I am not such a dunce.
I have had some really lovely clients, and some downright scary ones, but the ones I briefed today brought with them a presentiment of Doom. They seemed to have no sense of humour what so ever and proceeded, after my assertions that the walk would be difficult but do-able, to get lost. Then phone me to tell me they'd gotten lost at 7pm, the conversation went something like this:
Client: *my name* today we got lost
Me: Oh no! do you need me to come and pick you up?
C: No, I said we GOT lost not we ARE lost.
M: oh...
C: I thought you should know that your directions are just plain unfindable on page 26
M: Ah, um, right, which, um point?
C: *reels off a list of points*
M: Right, ok I have made a note of those points and I'll check them tomorrow
C: We had to walk back to town and get a BUS, A BUS!
M: I'm terribly sorry
C: You need to let everyone else know that is walking after us that it's just IMPOSSIBLE to find the route
M: Um yes, I shall do
C: Very well, Goodnight
M: Um..Goodbye
I wasn't honestly sure what to say, no one else has gotten lost at that point, mainly because you're heading towards a town on the top of a mountain that you can't miss, it's the only civilisation for MILES around! And if they won't call for a lift how am I supposed to help them having to take a bus? Some of the expectations of these people confuse me, I know they're old and far too wealthy for their own good but still...
And finally, seeing:
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Let your experiences there help you grow, let the annoying clients teach you how to deal with annoying people, And enjoy yourself, don't let there inability to read instructions make you think less of yourself.
And, yes, do come visit Bedminster when you return!