Signing Out...

Signing Out...

Saturday, July 14, 2007


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? 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.


Anonymous said...

yay!1st here!at least u enjoying the job!when those two guys fight let us know and give us the full tori!later

...toyintomato said...

..girl, you are strong, i always refuse to eat my food in the ofice. i usually eat in the park.
i am always in constant fear, that the overpowering smell of my vegetable and steamed rice, laced with different kind of beef parts, will surely set off the smoke alarm..heheh

catwalq said...

@pink satin: yup, u r nonba wan.
I am keeping my fingers crossed on the potential spanish-turk showdown. i am rooting for the Turk. me thinks he is segzy

@Toyintomato: story ni gbogbo iyen. let someone come and tell me that my food is smelling. I have just come back from the African store. I am undecided btw taking eba or pottage to work. holler at your girl and let me know

diary of a G said...

heavily accented and halting English. Such a rare treat

not here am from

I live in a multi-cultural country

sometimes I even have to speak using bad grammar on purpose

like instead of:
are you going to work today?
I say
you go work today?
trust me
that's how most "immigrants" are


what a multi lingual office
thats globalization for u

glad u r enjoying it