Well work was a bit, loike, strange tawday. First o’ awl, my woikemate weren’t able twa make it in tawday coze she’s ill loike (so I had taw get someone else taw open t’door) and then everything went alright loike – just extremely busy coze I had taw dau taw peaples jobs tawday. Then I hoid a call for technickle support and the person thaught he recogniced me voice – he’s from Worcester and I had worked in the Bloick Countray for around taw years, but I’m soure I ain’t poicked up the accent have I?
Ok, it’s a LOT harder to type in a Black Country accent then to speak it but I’m sure I haven’t picked up the accent: although it has been a “standing joke” with my GESF that I have got a Brummie (Birmingham) accent. Birmingham is around 45 miles away and the “Black Country” (so called because of the amount of coal mining that used to take place in the area) is around 55 miles away. I did ask my new work colleague (she started on Monday) and she doesn’t think I have a Brummie accent but…*shrug* Some people do even manage to pick up on my Mum’s accent and she only lived in her birth country for around 7 years!
After I managed to clear some of my work backlog (still got at least 4 sites to search engine optimise tomorrow, a review of a major clients site and probably some account setting up to do for hosting clients: along with celebrating one of my other co-worker’s birthday) and 5 minutes after I should finish (I’m tending to do around 30 minutes unpaid overtime a day at the moment) we get a telephone call….