The question is - can a yodeller be a government <br />employee, a troubadour in the ranks, on the stairs, <br />in the open-plan office - combating noisy auxiliary <br />personnel conversation? And the answer is - yes, <br /> <br />me - I'm that yodelling troubadour who practices <br />on the stairs, sings in an open-plan office, throws <br />caution to the wind & matches rising noise levels <br />with a rendition of 'Yo-de-le-di-da-dil-dee' - plus <br /> <br />the hiccupping that's part of its charm, or its lack; <br />they can film the National Language Service with <br />confidence as we're noisy, happy & dedicated to <br />deliver hi-quality, correct, checked & researched <br /> <br />work merged with proven texts for Government <br />Departments - our loud discussions of weddings <br />disrupted by 3-year-old toddlers and my beloved <br />being unloving without intent and the dire lack of <br /> <br />three quotations for a sworn Chinese document <br />ought to be as interesting as nonsense I see on <br />sitcoms, no fear of boredom or repetition, we're <br />original enough in complaints about half-yearly <br /> <br />assessments when we've been given but three <br />documents to translate, it will keep audiences <br />fascinated - so, let me stop right here, this will <br />bore quite a few I think - especially <br /> <br />those knowing the drill… <br /> <br />[10 October 2014]<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/those-knowing-the-drill-revised/
