DESIGN INC

It has been three weeks, and the Inc has become most of my life. i get there at 8.30 in the morning and plow my way through layers and layers of design work. the best part is that the CAD programme that I was not familiar with, I am now quite conversant with. I love my desk, which I just recently cleaned; so now, I have the neatest work space in the office.

That aside, what makes me love the Inc are the people who work there. First and foremost, at any given time of the day, there are about five different languages being spoken. Number one is Spanish, then we have Czech, Armenian, Turk and Chinese. English is used when we have to communicate across projects and it quite an entertainment watching the architects and designers translate what they are thinking in heavily accented and halting English. Such a rare treat.

There are these two guys whom I am afraid may come to blows soon. One is Spanish and the other Turkish. For some reason, as I have deduced, they are always put on projects together because it seems that as a pair, they produce amazing work. The problem is that they and bitch and moan at each other throughout the process with the Turk being a perfectionist and not much of a people person while the spaniard is into practical jokes and youtube type antics. One day, i nearly deleted an entire floor plan cos I was laughing so hard watching the spaniard trying to deliver a joke to the Turk. The Spaniard told this winding hilarious tale about how he messed with this girl on the metro and that he was sure the girl was stalking him. Even those of us that were not in on the conversation were laughing quietly to ourselves but it was the Turks blank expression from the story's beginning to the end that killed me. Most especially when the Spaniard kept asking "do you get it?...so now do you get it?"

I especially love noon when almost everybody disappears for lunch to all the surrounding restaurants and I am left with no one looking over my shoulder so I can have a jolly time surfing blogs and leaving comments for my favourite bloggers. This is when the office sepearates into cliques. The restaurant-goers move off in twos and threes for their daily salad rendezvous-ing; the sandwhich and subs cliques move off en mass, the fitnesss people go off to the nearby gym for a forty five minute long work out and the chinese and I remain in the office as we unleash whatever homecooked meals we have. I usually know it is time to eat mine when the familiar smell of chinese cooked rice and vegetables reaches my nostrils. It is quite interesting that they eat the same thing and it smells the same way.