August 27, 2005
Seven years ago, I started working for my current company as a Customer Service Representative. Most of my day was spent with me answering phone calls from customers (usually angry) and assisting them with their questions. Anybody that has been reading me for a while knows that I have a deep hatred of phones. It had already been issue by the time I started working here, but it has only gotten worse.
I was in my second season of re-enacting. At that time, we did more Elizabethan times Scots at most of the events. We had Renn Faires, Highland Games and Celtic fests that made up most of our schedule. For our shows, I was Seamus MacPhail, Lord Master of Arms. Most of the spoken words were mine. My days were filled with my rehearsing lines and giving speaking parts in a Scottish Brogue. (ItÂ’s a Burr if you want to be technical). To this day IÂ’m very proud of the fact that I have six different regional brogues that I can speak in, from an easily understandable Lowland to a very thick, barely comprehendible Highland. When IÂ’m at events, I tend to talk in a brogue for most of the weekend, especially if there is public around.
Whenever I hear someone with a Scottish accent, my first instinct is to kick into my brogue that best matches theirs. Since mainly this happens at a re-enactment it was never an issue. When you are answering calls at a customer service center, it is a problem.
I had been working as a customer service representative for about a year. I was in my third year of re-enacting. That was the heaviest scheduled year I have ever had. I would slip into a Scottish brogue if I heard someone on television use one. If Sean Connery were on the screen, IÂ’d instantly go into one. You can imagine what happened when I was at work and took a call from a customer that had just moved here from Scotland.
Answering the phone in my normal voice, we started our conversation. Less then 30 seconds into the call, IÂ’m in this thick Scottish brogue and I didnÂ’t even realize it. The member interrupts what I was saying to him and angrily berates me for making fun of him. At this point, I realized what had happened. After spending about 5 minutes getting the customer calmed down I explained to him that I was a re-enactor, part of a group that Portrays Clan Chattan during the Jacobite Rebellions. This calmed the gentleman down due to his curiosity being peeked.
He started asking questions about what we did and where. When he moved from Scotland he never imagined that AmericanÂ’s of Scottish decent would still re-enact and portray that part of Scottish history here. By the time I finished explaining, he was laughing about the whole incident and understood how it could happen. When I asked him how my brogue was, he told me it was very good. I only had to clean up some vowel pronunciations. Other then that he told me I could have very easily passed as a Scot. With his help my brogue improved so much that IÂ’ve had multiple Scots actually ask me where I was from at a re-enactment. After I helped him with his question, He even inquired he could join my group. Of course I said he could, unfortunately he lived in St. Louis and was too far away.
From that time on I always controlled my voice better. I still slip from time to time, like when we went on vacation to Kansas. My in-laws have a soft southern accent; I started to pick that up. Nevertheless, I have never slipped back into a brogue unintentionally.
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BTW, I cannot believe I swore you posted this already. I was all over your sitemeter yesterday, both blogs, looking for this damn story. ;-) You should have seen what I was googling, trying to get it top pop up.
BTW, your Search on your blog doesn't work.
Posted by: Bou at August 27, 2005 12:15 PM (5JHEt)
I went to NY for 2 weeks when I was sixteen, and I had my parents pulling their hair out when I got home, taw-king about caw-fee and how much fun I had on long gisland....
Posted by: caltechgirl at August 27, 2005 12:39 PM (ZqNBm)
Posted by: VW Bug at August 27, 2005 06:19 PM (8QWwp)
I guess that's why I love pepe le piu so much, he cracks me up with his accent!
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