...is what Jules tells me he smells like after finally being able to take a shower today. I have no idea where these French guys learn these expressions, but they crack me up.
Francois didn't show up for work this morning. So, I bought some postcards and went to the National Library of Quebec. Checked back at work - still no Francois. So, I explored the neighborhood some more. Went back to work - still no Francois. Fortunately, this time, the main door to the building was unlocked. Patrick ("grapes"), who shares the office adjacent to Francois, let me into my area. Upon checking my email, I learned that Francois' blonde, who's five months pregnant, had to be admitted to the hospital last night due to a fever and contractions. Not good. Aside from the obvious concern I have for them (no prognosis for the baby yet), it also hit me that Francois mentioned another proposal that we were scheduled to start--and finish--today. He's clearly not coming in, so it's up to me. I called two of the guys I know who might know something about it, and fortunately, they both rushed to the rescue. Together, we wrote, assembled, and delivered the proposal with exactly one minute to spare. It had to be hand delivered, and the lady who was to receive it was literally walking out the door when we got there. And here I thought I was safe from this kind of work outside the walls of AT&T...ugh!
The funny thing in all of this is that every time the phone rang, I answered it (hesitantly!) -- and probably due to adrenaline, I understood people pretty well. Odd!
I took about a three-mile walk after work to unwind, and I'm much better now, thank you very much. (After writing all that, I just realized that no one probably wants to read about this kind of work thing. I'll skip writing on days like this, going forward.) :) I'm hoping to have some good stories after this weekend.
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