My first day of work started with a workshop from 8am until 2pm. So, it is true that I am working under UN-Habitat but I guess the DRR (disaster risk reduction) group walks hand in hand with the habitaters. The funny thing was how my uncle’s friend (rumored to be his girlfriend once) works for that as the second lady. I actually like her to be honest. I think she’s gorgeous but I just don’t want another PR-like “hierarchy issues”. So, I was a bit panicky.
The workshop was interesting. Since it was done at park royal, the friend of one of the loggies from PR, who happened to be my friend too, was there. SuitMan was looking his best as usual. I have to say he’s not one of those good looking guys but he just looks good with suits; well, he HAS been a REAL model in Myanmar before. Familiar faces were there. SuitMan asked me where was Loggie (the loggie from PR) and he was surprised that I was not in PR anymore. Yes, mr, I got a job at the UN. That was almost repeated by different people. “How did you do it so fast?” “I thought PR’s done” “I didn’t know you were with UN”. Ah well, now you guys know it!
After the workshop, back at UN, my officespace was INCREDIBLY small; too small that I was happy I am on this healthy diet to get smaller because it looks like that would be the ONLY way to be able to walk around in that small room. The worse thing was how my boss (ok, I do have multiple bosses as usual. This one is yet another nice one from DRR, who I would like to call JaJaman, since he would totally put the letter “J” as a substitute for any first consonants of any words randomly while he speaks) is JUST behind me. If you are in doubt of what I wrote in the parenthesis, here’s an example. This was how he speaks. A motormouth Indian who talks way fast, yet very precise, and randomly would just J-yafy any words. “So today as we were at je workshop..” So wait a minute. I thought he had a bit of a substitute for ‘th’ with ‘j’, but I was wrong. It works randomly because as he goes on, his sentence would go like “so we talked about land ijue”. So, that would substitute the ‘s’ sound. I still don’t get how he does it but it’s what would keep me awake when he talks to me.
Now, the other awkward thing was how my uncle’s friend (UncPal) sit RIGHT in front of me. So, she would see my mouth open wide with awe when I’m in good conversation with Booman. She would see me yawn or pick my nose or make stupid faces; one of my friends once told me I make the most random faces at random times. So, yeah that’s another awkward thing.
Since I’ll be working as one of the moderators for some program of DRR, the other half of this moderating team sat right next to me. Now, this girl (Partner) was pretty quiet and awesome. At her front is this girl, who’s the sister of my friend, who’s actually the friend of the big sister who I used to live with in Singapore. SecondDegreeSis is quite quiet and it’s funny how she and Partner are arranged in such position. Now, on the other hand we have this nice girl, who takes care of loggie work. I have to say I usually end up working in departments where they have good logisticians. LogAngel is one hell of a cheerful lady, who sits right opposite Translator. Translator is NOT actually a translator but that was how I knew her from the workshop and she’s pretty good at it. SarimamaHubby sat on the other end and of course he would be able to see LogAngel’s puter screen. It felt weird but why should you care about what you’re surfing when you know you wouldn’t be surfing porn or wasting time. I do need things to wake me up; speaking of which, it pains me to see the internet connection is too slow for facebook.
I jogged on my own in the dark alleys of the stadium where I could easily get raped. It felt good since I was on my own and since I’m taller than an average Burmese, it would take anyone ages to try to get me down, let alone rape. It was a good start I guess.
The workshop was interesting. Since it was done at park royal, the friend of one of the loggies from PR, who happened to be my friend too, was there. SuitMan was looking his best as usual. I have to say he’s not one of those good looking guys but he just looks good with suits; well, he HAS been a REAL model in Myanmar before. Familiar faces were there. SuitMan asked me where was Loggie (the loggie from PR) and he was surprised that I was not in PR anymore. Yes, mr, I got a job at the UN. That was almost repeated by different people. “How did you do it so fast?” “I thought PR’s done” “I didn’t know you were with UN”. Ah well, now you guys know it!
After the workshop, back at UN, my officespace was INCREDIBLY small; too small that I was happy I am on this healthy diet to get smaller because it looks like that would be the ONLY way to be able to walk around in that small room. The worse thing was how my boss (ok, I do have multiple bosses as usual. This one is yet another nice one from DRR, who I would like to call JaJaman, since he would totally put the letter “J” as a substitute for any first consonants of any words randomly while he speaks) is JUST behind me. If you are in doubt of what I wrote in the parenthesis, here’s an example. This was how he speaks. A motormouth Indian who talks way fast, yet very precise, and randomly would just J-yafy any words. “So today as we were at je workshop..” So wait a minute. I thought he had a bit of a substitute for ‘th’ with ‘j’, but I was wrong. It works randomly because as he goes on, his sentence would go like “so we talked about land ijue”. So, that would substitute the ‘s’ sound. I still don’t get how he does it but it’s what would keep me awake when he talks to me.
Now, the other awkward thing was how my uncle’s friend (UncPal) sit RIGHT in front of me. So, she would see my mouth open wide with awe when I’m in good conversation with Booman. She would see me yawn or pick my nose or make stupid faces; one of my friends once told me I make the most random faces at random times. So, yeah that’s another awkward thing.
Since I’ll be working as one of the moderators for some program of DRR, the other half of this moderating team sat right next to me. Now, this girl (Partner) was pretty quiet and awesome. At her front is this girl, who’s the sister of my friend, who’s actually the friend of the big sister who I used to live with in Singapore. SecondDegreeSis is quite quiet and it’s funny how she and Partner are arranged in such position. Now, on the other hand we have this nice girl, who takes care of loggie work. I have to say I usually end up working in departments where they have good logisticians. LogAngel is one hell of a cheerful lady, who sits right opposite Translator. Translator is NOT actually a translator but that was how I knew her from the workshop and she’s pretty good at it. SarimamaHubby sat on the other end and of course he would be able to see LogAngel’s puter screen. It felt weird but why should you care about what you’re surfing when you know you wouldn’t be surfing porn or wasting time. I do need things to wake me up; speaking of which, it pains me to see the internet connection is too slow for facebook.
I jogged on my own in the dark alleys of the stadium where I could easily get raped. It felt good since I was on my own and since I’m taller than an average Burmese, it would take anyone ages to try to get me down, let alone rape. It was a good start I guess.
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