So I am at a meeting today with a handful of people from MoF. At the start of the meeting there were 4 of us and one-by-one two other women trickled in. As the meeting broke, one of them pointed out to me that I had once addressed her as "Sir" in an email. Naturally, I am having difficulty figuring out which names are male and which are female. I apologized to her.
So later in the day, I check with the world's best translator, my buddy Trangslator, asking her for the name of that lady. Her response ... "I do not know". Now I do not feel so bad.
Claude from PA called and we met for lunch after I went to the World Bank to drop off some paperwork for my contract. We went to a nice multi-cultural Vietnamese restaurant near the "O" building. Claude has been living here for 12 years with his family. His command of the language here is astounding. I asked him if the locals just get used to the heat and was told they complain bitterly about it as well. I thought, after growing up here, they would be used to it and somewhat immune.
By the way the "O" building I keep seeing when cabbing around the town. It has one very large converging and the same diverging letter "O" etched in the marble facade. Of all things I am going to a jazz club Saturday at 8PM. Who would'a thunk?
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