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Mic problems


There is always a guy that can't mute his mic on a zoom call. And that guy is always in the middle of a very noisy place. A market or a war zone or a kindergarten with 29 angry kids. They should be 30 but one didn't come to school today because, well because Nairobi is experiencing a lot of rain and the mother is practicing positive parenting and going to school on rainy days is not it. 

The unmuted mic guy will be doing all other businesses except the business that has created that meeting. The chairman will beg him to mute his mic.


Chair: Sir, kindly mute your mic. 

Chair: Mr..Osoro, please mute your mic.

Chair: Osoro, we need to continue with this meeting please. So kindly mute your mic.


Whenever the sentences become longer a great deal of patience has been lost.

If this was not an official meeting with people that can write termination letters the chairman would have hurled insults at Osoro. People will offer to call Osoro separately to ask him to mute his mic. Osoro will not answer any of those calls. And expectedly, will not mute his mic willingly.

All this time the IT guy is seated in the same meeting his mic on mute, his camera off and his willingness to continue tolerating all of you thinning by the minute. He is probably flipping his pen between his fingers or changing his computer's background to something black and mean looking. He won't even suggest that the mic can be muted from the Admin's side.

Anyway, someone from HR will type in the chat box and the chair will have his Eureka moment with mics. Osoro will be muted.

Ten minutes later Osoro will resurface: Sorry guys, my mic has a problem I was trying to fix it.

Everyone in the meeting will want to say, ”Goddamit Osoro! You were bargaining the price of potatoes you *$#&@ you were not fixing any mic you piece of @#*%$!”

But seated in that meeting are people that can write termination letters. So Osoro will walk free. With his potatoes that he has bargained for of course.


#nduguabisai

Comments

  1. 😂😂😂😂

    The name had to be Osoro

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  2. 😂😂😂

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  3. Or they are always at a road where only Subarus and nduthis with big exhausted pipes pass 😂😂😂

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