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Monday, 02 October 2006 00:00

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I always tell my daughter, if you make it out of high school with the knowledge of two languages you will be among the average; if you make it out of high school with the knowledge of three languages you will be above the fray of the average; if you make it out of high school with the knowledge of four languages you will have the advantage.

Language is key.  Being multi-lingual is insane.  Being able to communicate to more people will make you a force in life.  Luckily, Female Boss has picked up on this even at her later years in life.  Its never too late to start taking on the challenges of another language.  Who knows, you may have a knack for it.  If you do then you can start learning languages quicker than the next and really start expanding your horizons.  Let's see what happens in Female Boss' latest caper..

"So Northe, I went out and asked the gardener how to say 'gay' in Spanish."

At least she is interrupting me while I have a phone up to my ear; however, since I am on hold with a client I am able to listen, "Fascinating, what is it?"

"Well it depends, 'maricon' means gay and 'puto' is more derogatory."

I don't comment after that.  I actually work instead, the Client has come back on the line and I gotta do what I gotta do.  As for Female Boss, her wheels are spinning.  Who knows what is going on within that dust storm of a brain.  Before I know it an hour sails by.  Female Boss has likely been in a catatonic state that entire time.

"Ok so, what did I say?  Maricon?  Is that it?"

"Yup.  That and puto is what you said," I answer back.

"Punto like a point?"

"No bitch, puto!" said slightly more respectfully, of course.

"Ohhhhh.  Puto.  Well what does that mean?"

Arrrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh!!!  The best would be if Female Boss was so smart that she was trying to get a reaction out of me.  Thing is I stay pretty stoic and just jot shit down.  Inside I am definitely raging in complete of awe of her stupidity though.  The fact that someone can tell you what something means then an hour later ask you what the same thing means is frikkin crazy.  Then come to find out later she wrote the word as "punto" on her monitor.  About two weeks later she put an X over the N.  You know, cuz this is all super important, work-related stuff.. and it needs to be written on a computer monitor as a daily reminder.  Only in my world..