Sorry for the absence. It has been hectic in my world lately due to shifting of office – same building, different floor.
It’s amazing to see how much documents have accumulated and dust behind my PC monitor! Also, I found a small Lindt chocolate bar in the depths of my desk drawer, within expiry date too – that was quite a lovely surprise!
In my four and a half years in this same company, my team and I have made a move like this four times already. (So, I am keeping the boxes and plastic bags till we move again.)
There is one very unique, what you could say, custom or habit of people here (at least most of the nationalities in my office) is that they leave everything to the “office boy”. An office boy is a ‘boy or young man employed in a business office to do odd jobs and errands’. I tried to carry small boxes or attempted to wipe the dust off my table, after all, it was my old table and I didn’t like the new person to see how dusty it is but my colleagues stopped me, “Oh no, no leave it, madame. The office boy will take care of that!”
I empty my own garbage basket and “Please madame, let the office boy do it!”
But it’s my garbage basket and dusty desk AND I didn’t have anything to do like them except for wait for the very busy office boy…and they all burst out laughing.
“Madame, if you continue to do that, you’ll get the office boy fired.”
It’s still weird for me for someone to do small tasks for me but it is the way here. I continue to do the small tasks and it came to the point when the office boy gave me dart looks like saying, “stop taking my job!”