one good deed at a time

I did a phone survey in Hebrew tonight.

poor guy. I tried to warn him. In the end, I was pretty puch useless - I don't own a tv, don't have kids, and haven't ever bought anything for my kitchen. I don't know the Israeli TV channels, kids' furniture companies, or almost anything to do with the kitchen at all. And I don't know the words for any of those things (well, some) so the conversation was, shall we say, stilted.

But I was nice, because once you've been a telemarketer, you know how much it sucks. So hopefully he gets paid by the survey, not the quality of the answers. I even forgive him for getting impatient with me. Because I understand.

In other news, I have officially been deemed (by, like, everybody I know) Not American. WOOOHOOO! Well, except for my accent. Maybe I'll work on changing it. People have done it before... I feel like I've been knighted or something.