I've sent this post forward in time because the official line is that I'm at work for the next week solidly and Gawd, is this what real life feels like?
My official job title is 'Customer Advisor' which means I spend one helluva lot of time with los customeros, assisting them, losing my mind and such. I also have the worst unofficial case of tourettes ever (apparently my vocabulary is just obscene) and me and my work pallies enjoy nothing better than airing our stresses by ribbing each other and generally pretending to hate everything whilst exuding a calm, welcoming appearance so that we may get some goddamn sales this week.
It's a tough balance to keep.
Anyhoo, I mentioned 'Pleb' the other day, and here is the story of Pleb:
Pleb is the word we use at work to mask any expletives.
The end. It's a simple lesson to learn.
'Shitting Hell' might become 'Plebbing Hell' or even 'Plebbing Pleb'.
'Ahh! Fuck! The fucking shelf dropped on my fucking, fucking foot!' becomes 'Ahh! Pleb! The plebbing shelf dropped on my plebbing, plebbing foot!'
'Piss off you arse-faced prick' becomes 'Pleb off you pleb-faced pleb'
Shimples.
Sunday 28 March 2010
I'm not actually here. No. Really.
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Back in the day I knew someone who refused to say the word crap (I think this was around age 11-13) and instead said crayon. Only she would always slur it together/mutter it. The result being that her version of "swearing" was going "Cran". Like cranberry.
That's awesome, it opens up a whole new world of opportunity. She could take a cranberry, declare something as bull-cranberry and claim not to give a cranberry.
"Pleb! I stepped in dog-cranberry!"
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