Today I interpreted at a courtesy call for the mean Vice Minister, and he snapped me in the middle of my work about the determiner I used. “Several”. Normally in Viet Nam, people often mistook “several” with “many”. And he’s not an exception.
Ok, I don’t mind about how mean and unprofessional he was. I’m just upset about my confidence. When I ran into such a show-off cock, I felt small. And the initial feelings soon overwhelmed me, and drowned me under suffocating layers of disasters.
Another imperfection unveiled. Ha!
But it’s a good thing. I’ve been finding excuses to duck practicing, and now it’s high time!
Fuck the mean Vice Minister!
Fuck the bitches that barked along!
Fuck the douchfaces!
thaoha 