riting

Anybody who knows me knows that I can sometimes miscommunicate, and anybody who knows me really well, knows I am sometimes quite hard of hearing. I was explaining to Tom recently my concern that my hearing may cause trouble one day, and he said that i’m thinking too much into it.

I went to work yesterday and the phone is terribly hard to hear as it’s fuzzy and blurry and a really broken line, so i always struggle to hear people the other end. I am also quite a slow processor when people talk quickly, so when taking peoples addresses i try to confirm what they’ve said.

Anywho, the phone rang and i picked up, the line was too broken to hear the man, but i heard him say he’d call back on another phone. He rang back about a minute later but i couldn’t pick it up cos i was serving a customer, he ended up leaving a message.

I picked the message up when everyone had vacated the shop, and called the man back. He said his name was Prince Albert, or at least I thought he did, so i asked tos peak to PRince Albert.

“HE’S DEAD! WHAT?! IS THIS A WIND UP?!” was the reply i got, and after explaining that my name is Kitty and i’m from Woods of Windsor returning your message you left and your order you wanted to pay for, we realised that I had misheard that his name was Fitzherbert.

Today I had an interview at “10ish” so I went to the shop and got there at 9.45. I was too early so suggested I come back in 10 minutes, and went to sit on a bench for ten minutes. Ten minutes passed and I walked back to the shop, and was asked to go to The Christopher. I didn’t know where The Christopher was and the girl came out the shop and pointed, aimlessly, then, faster than I can say “sorry can you just show me i’m abit lost!”, she was gone. And i was left on my own to find the hotel, wandering the cold, wet streets of Eton.

 I eventually found the hotel but couldn’t find an entrance, and asked a lady where I should go. The restaurant was to the right, but the bar and reception was to the left. I didn’t know if I was meant to be in the restaurant, or the bar, and after much explaining to the lady, then another lady, then a man, we decided I should wait in the bar. All the while there is me, kicking myself that I am probably in the wrong room, but don’t want to make a fuss and go and check the restaurant as I didnt see a door for the restaurant and might not be able to get in. I also realised that even if I did go and check the restaurant to see if the owner of the shop was there, I would have no idea, as I don’t know what she looks like. So i decided to wait in the bar, sipping from my bottled water and texting Nicole.

Time passed, and I still could not be sure if the owner would be waiting for me elsewhere, as we were scheduled to meet at 10 “ish” not 10. A lady walked past the window who met my gaze and I was pretty sure it was the owner, and it was. Hurrahhh! We shook hands and she said “would you like a tea, coffee, water?” but I had already said tea please before she had offered water, and was cursing myself from that moment for ordering tea. Thoughts ran through my mind like “what if it’s too hot?” “what if it’s not sweet enough?” “what if i have to use one of those sieve things?”. She asked if I would like English Breakfast and I agreed, all the while wondering what I had agreed to.

We talked and talked and listened and listened, and I had 2 sips of my tea. I didn’t want to seem rude drinking whilst listening, and obviously can’t drink whilst talking, this served as a great predicament to me. I was also waiting for my Full English Breakfast to arrive. It never did arrive, and we then went into the shop. She talked me round all the variety of products which was very interesting from both a business and creative perspective. We discussed more things and she seemed to like me. We then said goodbye and I said I would email her tomorrow, but for some reason I didn’t give her my hand to shake, and she ended up shaking my finger.

All in all, I think I very successfully made myself appear quite awkward.