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How people do business these days simply amazes me.

You have large hospital corporations that purport to be steeped in religion — after all, they have “St.” in their name — who either treat you like a can of tainted ham or else they are so incompetent they don’t know what companies are subcontracting their business. Of course, hospitals use so many subs that it’s kind of understandable. You have the ER doctor company, the radiology company, the company that gives you shots, the specialists, the anesthesiologists, the podiatrists and, of course, the proctologists in case some patient just finally has enough and he launches a size 12 Red Wing up somebody’s anal cavity. “Look ma, no cavities!”

Then you have the telecoms. Satan has either developed a special place in Hell for them or else they are Satan. Not being religious in a traditional sense, I’m not sure.

Also, there is a close line between medicine today and the telecom industry. That would be the fact that both have some workers that are not trained in English nearly as proficiently as those who hire them believe. Please, you know me. I’m don’t have an ethnocentric bone in my body. Well maybe my ulna has something against Canary Islander but I’ve been trying to work that out.

When I hear good ol’ Americans complain about people whom they can’t understand because of their language background, I don’t completely tune them out. When you have a  job in which communication can be a matter of life and death, you would like for them to be somewhere on the same page. If you don’t like people speaking a language you don’t understand because you think they are making fun of you — they probably are — you are just paranoid.

I’ve heard good ol’ boys who need a translator as well. Thank goodness dispensing fishing bait doesn’t require critical language skills. And, I know this will stir up people, but the DEA is looking for translators who speak Ebonics. No s**t.  I think that is crazy.