Shirk the work

Well my lovely manager decided to let me go home early today as I am still clearly rather ill. So tonight I have an exciting date with my duvet and girlie DVDs along the lines of Step Up and Legally Blonde.

However, I do have to go back in tomorrow as I'm the only photographer on duty and my day will be a delightful blur (emphasis on blur due to my dizzy flu state) of bright lights, crying children and people who don't speak English, thus resulting in my making ridiculous hand gestures to try get my point across. I bet they really do understand me first time but just want to embarrass me by making me look like an idiot.

Although this language barrier can be pretty amusing at times. A guy I work with told me a story about a customer he had come across. The customer spoke Dutch and my colleague asked him if he'd rather they spoke Dutch instead of English (obviously my colleague speaks Dutch too) and the customer replies:
"No, I have been speaking Englishes for very long distances and extremely deliciously".

Love it.