My first week of training here involved having to work in the warehouse. This all makes sense because I was new to the industry, had to learn the material, where it was and because the warehouse is the backbone of the operation, its critical. This kid wasn't the manager per se, but was the most senior guy in the warehouse.
The very, and I mean VERY first thing he tells me is that he was once in a gang and showed off some shitty prison tattoos. I later found out he wasn't in a gang and was never in prison, claimed he was in Walpole for a B&E and assault. He would go on constantly about how he spoke all these languages, especially Spanish, on account that he was married to a wealthy Mexican girl who owned a prominent company in WOrcester....which I later found out was actually owned by 3M, but hey, what one lie from another, right?
Onto the languages. About 6 months into the job, I have to hire a driver. I hire a Puerto Rican kid who of course, speaks Spanish. I mean all day to the point of annoyance, he's on the phone with his wife, talking Spanish while loading the truck. On his second day, I told the new driver that the warehouse guy spoke fluent Spanish, so the second I tell him that, he runs over to him talking in Spanish.
Surprise, the warehouse guy didn't undertstand a word he said.
his excuse? "oh, well that's because Mexicans speak an entirely different kind of Spanish"
- I think you mean dialect.
"no its like Mexican Spanish, vs Puerto Rican Spanish"
- Um, I don't think that's a thing.
"no really it is. Besides, my wife speaks it, but I don't allow her to speak it at home because I want the kids to speak English, I think she forgot how to speak it."
Um...Im going to go now. You just made me dumber.