I’m a hostage to my work from 9 to 6.
When I start my day, I’m the exact opposite of myself after work. I’m not cheery because I’m grumpy. Still, I remain approachable. But I guess my colleagues already know how I am so they give me space and aim not to disturb me for at least the first 2 opening hours.
I always look forward to my lunch at 3. On hand is a ham salad on diet wheat bread. After the 60 minute break, I begin my 2-hour countdown to end my day.
In between work, I take short breaks to light a ciggy outside the building. It also enables me to grab something to snack on like buchi and skyflakes. Oftentimes, the ladies offer what they have to make sure I've something to fill my stomach.
I work hard. And I feel good about it.
At 6, I don't head home right away. I stay behind for an hour just to check on my colleagues. It is during this time that I try to keep quiet so as not to distract them. But it's tough to do just that when they know that I'm done with my work. Somehow they seem to think that they found an open line and start calling me. So I constantly move around, hopping from one station to another, dipping my hand in whatever snack they offer (that I'm allowed to eat), "downloading" whatever gab and "uploading" info that has completely nothing to do with me. These ladies call this habit chika.
When I start my day, I’m the exact opposite of myself after work. I’m not cheery because I’m grumpy. Still, I remain approachable. But I guess my colleagues already know how I am so they give me space and aim not to disturb me for at least the first 2 opening hours.
I always look forward to my lunch at 3. On hand is a ham salad on diet wheat bread. After the 60 minute break, I begin my 2-hour countdown to end my day.
In between work, I take short breaks to light a ciggy outside the building. It also enables me to grab something to snack on like buchi and skyflakes. Oftentimes, the ladies offer what they have to make sure I've something to fill my stomach.
I work hard. And I feel good about it.
At 6, I don't head home right away. I stay behind for an hour just to check on my colleagues. It is during this time that I try to keep quiet so as not to distract them. But it's tough to do just that when they know that I'm done with my work. Somehow they seem to think that they found an open line and start calling me. So I constantly move around, hopping from one station to another, dipping my hand in whatever snack they offer (that I'm allowed to eat), "downloading" whatever gab and "uploading" info that has completely nothing to do with me. These ladies call this habit chika.
Thursday is going to be Thanksgiving and my office will be celebrating it with our US clientele.
And why not?
There's a lot to be thankful about and number one on my list is the job I keep.
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kids should know that...
In the 1920s many of Macy's department store employees were second-generation immigrants. Proud of their new American heritage, they wanted to celebrate the American holiday of Thanksgiving with the type of festival they loved in Europe. In 1924, the employees marched to Macy's flagship store on 34th Street dressed in vibrant costumes. There were floats, professional bands and live animals borrowed from the Central Park Zoo. At the end of that first Parade, as has been the case with every Parade since, Santa Claus was welcomed into Herald Square. At this first Parade, however, the Jolly Old Elf was enthroned on the Macy's balcony at the 34th Street store entrance, where he was then "crowned" "King of the Kiddies." With an audience of over a quarter of a million people, the Parade was such a success that Macy's declared it would become an annual event. (wikipedia)
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