Designing with the Designer

Okie… so I am not into marring peoples names and stuff… and I am not writing this blog to ridicule the person I am describing here… its just a light hearted entry… just like my other entries… no harm intended.

I really don’t know how The Company hires their employees. What I am certain of is that fluency in English is not on their list. I think, if the candidate has 2 hands, 2 feet, a pair of eyes… 2 pairs would do as well. Essentially, the candidate should resemble a human being and not have any major disease.

I am working with this Designer dude... lets call him Designer Dude, who I feel is incapable of understanding English even when spoken at an elementary level.

Plot: I am explaining the work to him

Me: …So, just replace this alphabet with “DB” and have this terminal shifted closer to the other

ones.
Designer Dude: *stares at me* *blank expression*
Me: Umm did you understand?
Designer Dude: * stares with a blank expression*
Me:*hits head on hard surface*

***

Me: Please keep a record of what files you are updating. Save them all in a different folder, so

that we know which drawings were updated.
Designer Dude: * stares with a blank expression*
Me: *Takes a noose and hangs myself from the fan*

***

Me: Please give me a print out of the Interconnection of Gas Tranche 2 for the 400V

Switchboard.
Designer Dude: Which Trench? (yes, not Tranche… Trench)
Me: *Takes a gun and shoots myself*

***

Me: Could you pass that paper to me? *points at paper on table*
Designer Dude: *blank expression*
Me: Umm, that Paper next to your left arm, could you please pass it on to me?
Designer Dude: *blank expression*
Me: *Walks up to the 7th floor and jumps off the building* ( Designer Dude is on the 2nd floor,

no harm would happen if would throw myself off the window… damn it… I cant fit through

the window…) *walks to the stair case of the 7th floor, and throws myself down*



Now, I don’t how he is personally, but apparently he has a big heart. Not only doesn’t he feed him self… he also feeds the marked up papers that I give him. All the documents, submitted by him… have either ketchup stains or other multi colored abstract art sticking on them. *eww*. Some stains are greenish brown…. I just hope its food… and not something that came out of his upper body crevice.


His pet phrases:

- I go Crystal Plaza.
- Have any the work?
- Just a one minute.
- Just you clarify

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