I know I really want to hear more of this, the build up is great by the way. Should consider writing for real. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/70409-waytogo.gif[/img]
You all crack me up! [img]/forums/images/graemlins/704555_dwl.gif[/img] I am sorry about some of the illustrations not coming through. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/graemlins/70394-bawlout.gif[/img]
Soone come with more! [img]/forums/images/graemlins/70371-jump.gif[/img] And nuh bodda listen to bad mind Q.K. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/70388-shameonyou.gif[/img]
He looks at me quizzically and then a big broad smile spreads across his face. “Mrs. Brook? As in, Mrs. Babbling Brooks daughter?” he says in an upper crust Jamaican accent.
Me: “Uh, yeah, that’s me, Babbling Brook is my mother”
I did not take my husbands last name, so I still use my maiden name, my family name.
Him: “Boy! You sure do look like her!”
I am still confused at this point. His face is vaguely familiar, and obviously he knows my Mother, but where have I seen him before? Have I seen him in Jamaica recently? Was he on the same flight as Red and I? No, no, that can’t be it, his face would be more recognizable… there was something about his face I recognized but couldn’t quite put my finger on it. He is probably almost 20 years older than me… where do I know him from?
At this point, I am sure the confusion was showing on my face so he quickly made things clear for me.
Him: I am Orville. I used to work at PF with your Mother, your aunts, and your sisters. I used to come to your house for company picnics many moons ago when your Mother was my boss. Boy, you were very young then… well, really, I was really young then too.
Many many moons ago my mother, 3 aunts and 2 sisters all used to work for the same company.
Me: Oh!! That’s how I recognize you! Nice to see you again!
I am not really sure if I can remember anything about him, I think I was 10 or 15 years old or something like that when my mother worked at PF. However, his face is familiar and I just assume that I have some memory of seeing him at a company picnic or something.
We chat a little about my family and where everyone is now and what they are doing, and then we get down to business. His department has a very integral part in my new job. I would be working with him and his team daily so it was important I knew the processes and procedures for their department.
As soon as I wrapped up that meeting I returned to my desk and called my Mother. She remembered him as soon as I said his name. She went on to say nothing but wonderful things about him. What a nice guy he is, and how much she enjoyed working with him. She said I was lucky to have him to work along side with and to please tell him Hello from her. Knowing that Red is Jamaican, and my love for the island, my other also mentioned that Orville was Jamaican. Although I had already gathered that from my conversation with him, it was nice to have it confirmed.
I was feeling pretty good about things, knowing that I would be working along side someone who was somewhat familiar. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/70371-jump.gif[/img]
The next day Orville came down to the floor that I work on to speak with my Manager about something. It just so happens they were speaking outside of my office. After their work chat finished up, my Manager told Orville that my husband was Jamaican and maybe Orville knew my husband.
(You know how people are, they think just b/c you are from the same place, or know people from the same country, you probably all know one another or are the same person…)
I come out from my office into the hallway where they are standing. Orville says “Oh really? Your husband is Jamaican?” To which I reply “Yes, he is. He is from Mandeville” and I show him a picture of my very Red, big eared husband whose parents are from St. Bess. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif[/img] “So you can cook Jamaican food?” Orville asks. (Why is that always the first question people ask me????) To which I reply “Yeah man! of course mi can cook jerk an ting.” (A bold face lie)
“What!?!?” He looks astonished. “Bwoy! Yuh can chat bad too!!
"Wha yuh tink? Yuh tink mi ago marry a Jamaican an nuh know how fi cuss when mi bex?" I say.
Orville busted out laughing and my Manager looked at the 2 of us totally confused. He had some idea what we were saying but was more shocked to hear me speak that way I think. Orville told my manager that he knew my mother and well, basically my entire family. Then the 3 of us got into a whole conversation trying to teach my very very very very stiff manager a few choice Patois words. It ended up being decided that if my department ever needed anything pronto, super fast, on the fly, urgently from Orville’s department I would make the call to Orville and yell at him in Patois. [img]/forums/images/graemlins/70409-waytogo.gif[/img]
It was a good humored conversation, all in fun, and really made a great start to my first week on the job.
You know seh a fram laws nite mi siddung wid mi han pan di refresh button, mi nuh do nott'n whole day mi nuh nyam, mi nuh go bawchroom, mi juss a press di refresh button an now yuh have di nerve fi come write to be continued.
Boundie, mi bex [img]/forums/images/graemlins/mad.gif[/img]
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You know seh a fram laws nite mi siddung wid mi han pan di refresh button, mi nuh do nott'n whole day mi nuh nyam, mi nuh go bawchroom, mi juss a press di refresh button an now yuh have di nerve fi come write to be continued.
Boundie, mi bex [img]/forums/images/graemlins/mad.gif[/img]
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Mi sorry fi yuh (an every one around you). Please go bade yuh skin.
BOAL, allyuh newbies or WHAT? [img]/forums/images/graemlins/704555_dwl.gif[/img]
we ALL KNOW how Bungbrook facety and outta ordah so.
She does this every time......
- and sits at home laffin after us, with har likkle finger pon the keyboard, juss a waitin..........
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.... til we all hot up hot up so.
And then she let goh ONE tiny likl PIECA tory
cmon now, [img]/forums/images/graemlins/70388-shameonyou.gif[/img] unnu dun know by now?? She just lives for this! [img]/forums/images/graemlins/70368-hoppingmad.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/graemlins/70368-hoppingmad.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/graemlins/70368-hoppingmad.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/graemlins/704555_dwl.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif[/img]
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BOAL, allyuh newbies or WHAT? [img]/forums/images/graemlins/704555_dwl.gif[/img]
we ALL KNOW how Bungbrook facety and outta ordah so.
She does this every time......
- and sits at home laffin after us, with har likkle finger pon the keyboard, juss a waitin..........
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& waitin.
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.... til we all hot up hot up so.
And then she let goh ONE tiny likl PIECA tory
cmon now, [img]/forums/images/graemlins/70388-shameonyou.gif[/img] unnu dun know by now?? She just lives for this! [img]/forums/images/graemlins/70368-hoppingmad.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/graemlins/70368-hoppingmad.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/graemlins/70368-hoppingmad.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/graemlins/704555_dwl.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif[/img]
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Now listen here! That is simply not true!!! I wish it were like that, but really finding the time to write these segments is HARD!!!
Newbies nuh bodda listen to dis renk an facety ooman. She love fi bawl out big ooman name! Better shi mine herself before mi name the villian in this story after her! [img]/forums/images/graemlins/70402-thinking.gif[/img]
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and then a big broad smile spreads across his face. 
“Mrs. Brook? As in, Mrs. Babbling Brooks daughter?” he says in an upper crust Jamaican accent. 
She remembered him as soon as I said his name. She went on to say nothing but wonderful things about him. What a nice guy he is, and how much she enjoyed working with him. She said I was lucky to have him to work along side with and to please tell him Hello from her. Knowing that Red is Jamaican, and my love for the island, my other also mentioned that Orville was Jamaican. Although I had already gathered that from my conversation with him, it was nice to have it confirmed. 
It just so happens they were speaking outside of my office. After their work chat finished up, my Manager told Orville that my husband was Jamaican and maybe Orville knew my husband. 
“So you can cook Jamaican food?” Orville asks. (Why is that always the first question people ask me????) To which I reply “Yeah man! of course mi can cook jerk an ting.” (A bold face lie) 
“Bwoy! Yuh can chat bad too!! 
Please go bade yuh skin.
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