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Like a little mouse
Jan. 12th, 2007 08:49 am*sigh*
The bus driver today asked why I always whispered my hello to him, and if I always whispered like that.
I wasn't whispering. I was speaking in my normal tone, which apparently half the population can't hear. The number of times I got chastised for not greeting someone properly at the hotel job is too great to count...and each of those times I had issued a greeting and a smile. People probably think I'm rude or stuck up because they simply can't hear me speaking. It's frustrating, because my vocal chords can't take speaking at the level required for them to hear me. It's like shouting and I don't need the strain.
I need to learn how to project better, I guess. I'll add that to my list of things to do in 2007.
Also, the wound on my right heel is not healing well. When I walk, it feels as though there's a tiny little being with a tiny little hacksaw tearing into the flesh. Ouch.
The bus driver today asked why I always whispered my hello to him, and if I always whispered like that.
I wasn't whispering. I was speaking in my normal tone, which apparently half the population can't hear. The number of times I got chastised for not greeting someone properly at the hotel job is too great to count...and each of those times I had issued a greeting and a smile. People probably think I'm rude or stuck up because they simply can't hear me speaking. It's frustrating, because my vocal chords can't take speaking at the level required for them to hear me. It's like shouting and I don't need the strain.
I need to learn how to project better, I guess. I'll add that to my list of things to do in 2007.
Also, the wound on my right heel is not healing well. When I walk, it feels as though there's a tiny little being with a tiny little hacksaw tearing into the flesh. Ouch.
