Posted On: Wednesday - April 21st 2021 7:30PM MST
In Topics:   Kung Flu Stupidity
We're told in school that learning and understanding cool stuff is not enough. We must be able to communicate. Big Biz corporate staff repeatedly tell us that communication is so important to our jobs. It's so important that they have to write emails to us to both show communication skills and demonstrate that their high positions are viable.
What I'm running into now is a real failure to communicate, in Cool Hand Luke parlance, due to the idiotic face masking push, the most visible manifestation of the Kung Flu Hysteria. With all the people that have been vaccinated already, and the rest of us obviously not giving a rat's ass about getting the COVID, you'd think the face masks would be going away.
Nope, per Dr. Fauci and others, we need to double-down, literally. If one face mask on your face makes you feel safe from the 'Rona, then two of them has just GOT to be better, right? Sure, I mean, if you can still breath as if you are still living under an eighteen thousand feet pressure altitude, then what's the harm?
The harm is that I can't understand people very well anymore. It's not my hearing. Yes, I went to my share of extremely loud rock concerts back in the day, but my hearing has been fine. It's too bad I have to pick on them today, but the communications problems for me when dealing with black women seem to be the worst. Is it just the mumbly speech from some to begin with, the mask interference with their lips, or what?
The other day I was having a conversation with a not-too-close colleague. We don't work together often, is what I mean, but we were close in distance - about 3 ft. apart. Luckily the talk was about nothing important, just some stories, because I couldn't make out half of what the lady was saying. I asked for her to repeat a couple of things. Then I noticed she was wearing two face masks, one of the blue medical type ones on the inside and one of those black cloth ones on the outside. Maybe an acoustics engineer could explain it - all I know is that the sound was muffled to the extreme.
I had to just nod a few times, then go back to doing something, You try not to be rude, but it's hard to converse with someone who sounds pretty much like Charlie Brown's Mom.
If the masks don't go, communication suffers. What's it gonna be, corporate big shots? What? You're coming in broken and unreadable.