The Fool Monty

The Boss : "How much should I add on for Vladdy-Stock?"

Here's me : "Where?"

The Boss : "Vladdy-Stock"

I'm gonna hold fire from being a smartarse on this, because while I'm 99% sure we're talking about Vladivostok, I'm not at all sure that there isn't also a Vladistok somewhere in Russia.

Here's me : "Spell that one out for me".

OK, so it's Vladivostok. I've always had a bit of an issue with people unable to look at an Anglicized word and deliver it phonetically, partly because I think it's often mental laziness I suppose. Maybe I'm just a cunt though.

Here's me : "OK, what are we shipping?"

The Boss : "A crane... a Monty Crane"

Here's me : "A Mantis Crane?"

The Boss : "No, a Monty.. Mon..."

Here's me : "A Manitou Crane?"

The Boss : "A Kato."

Here's me : "A Kato? What's 'Monty' all about?"

The Boss : "From Monty Fid.."

Here's me : "Montevideo?"

The Boss : "Monty Fid Dido"

Here's me : "Mont-eh-vid-AY-o"

The Boss : "Mont-EE-fid-DIE-doh"

blah blah blah

See it's just annoying me. It's just annoying the shite out of me. How much mental effort is it, really, to just look at the word on the page and read it? I mean fair enough, there's a bunch of subtleties and so on, easy mistakes to make, but stop taking out and inserting whole bloody syllables. By extension, how much mental effort is it, REALLY, to break an outburst into two or three sentences without swapping every fucking noun for a randomly chosen word, I mean, just so that it makes a tiny bit of sense? It seems like a small thing to be wound up over perhaps, but you try being on the receiving end of this non-conversation for 45 hours a week, I swear to fuck it's like the linguistic equivalent of Chinese Water Torture.

Rant over. I know I'm being petty. I didn't sleep well.