I had my own office and printer in Mali and Burkina Faso; I haven’t had to share an office in a long time. Now I’m in a cubicle with low walls in an open plan office environment. It’s quite an adjustment. No more leisurely web-surfing! No more printing of d/g fanfic! No more loud phone conversations with random people!
The first week here I had a long, involved phone conversation with MoBob, in French and in the low talker mode required by life in a cubicle. After we hung up, my immediate neighbor came over and said, “I didn’t know you spoke French!” Well.
I talked to my relocation guy and our stuff has finally arrived in the US. It was transported from Galveston to Houston and is now undergoing inspection. Not only for agricultural products (our Christmas tree is plastic, for heaven’s sake) but also for napalm and nuclear warheads. I pleaded with T to expedite the process as much as possible, given how out of fashion I feel now that winter has arrived.
hahahaha... that's a sure fire recipe to get you or T into trouble!
which reminds me... H and i were comparing australia, switzerland and togo on the latest list of corrupt countries, courtesy of mokeygirldiva posting it on her lj. australia and switzerland are, of course in the top 10 least corrupt countries. and togo is, of course, around 130. it got me to thinking about how the values and beliefs that lead a country to be open or not to corruption also are reflected in interpersonal relationsips and the things we understand or don't about each other
You poor thing! *hugs* How long does the inspection take usually? If anyone can understand your pain - I can.
IMHO what your colleague did was down right rude. Bad enough you eavesdrop on a private conversation but, then to comment on what language u spoke?! Ah well, now at least you know 'they' hear everything!
I have spoken French on the phone and most people can't understand it, but I can hear everyone else's conversations, too. They have commented on my French as a way of complimenting me. But I sure don't have personal conversations in English in cubicle land.
Fortunately I now have a door on my teeny office.
I had a coworker who spoke Romanian on the phone with someone regularly. They would get into shouting yelling arguments. But that's not how I know it was Romanian.
I know it was Romanian because another coworker came over at one point and was trying to decide whether she should tell our coworker that she could not only hear the entire conversation three aisles over, but also understand it!
So, did she tell the person that she understood?
It seems reasonable to assume that nobody else spoke Romanian, perhaps, but in the interest of privacy - it would be like telling someone they have TP sticking out of their pants. In a way.
I just got an email from T that the expected delivery date is 11/24. But I won't believe it until the truck is outside my front door.
It is just so hard not to eavesdrop here. She was really excited to speak French with someone and now we make an effort to speak French all the time.
I've worked in offices like that before and it is impossible not to overhear conversations sometimes. Perhaps by asking you about your French she was also trying to give you a heads up and let you know she can understand and therefore the conversations won't be that private?
Good luck on getting your life back!
How long has your shipment taken? Mine took from early Sep till mid or late January. They originally sent it to Baltimore but, y'know, as in our chat yesterday, the HQ thing didn't work out, and by the time my shipment was ready, I was moving down here, so I asked them to reroute it and not charge me.