ok, who didn’t – right? (and if you didn’t, well now i hate you just a little bit.)
so i hated high school because each day was like being thrown to the dogs – or so it felt at the time anyway. you are endlessly awkward around your (cough, more popular, cough) classmates, you’re an idiot around the dude you like (i was), you are consistently paranoid that your friends are talking behind your back (they were) and you never have the right outfit on (never did).
of course i’m saying ‘you’ assuming that every teenager was as blindly paranoid and self conscious as i was. no? ok then. moving on.
now, because it’s highly probably that a few people with whom i went to high school will read this, i can’t lie and tell you that i was always treated with cruelty and deprived of compassion. (god, i wish i could because then i’d have a much more compelling sob-story.) the truth is, is that while i did struggle to get by in teenage hell – i was a giant ass to a lot of people. you can’t win ‘em all folks.
anyway, this rather self-deprecating beginning is all to say that starting a new job in a developing country in a changing industry with a foreign language is just like high school. and as we have established, i wasn’t a fan.
so far, each day at work i have been mustering my strength to walk through the door of my new office, remember complicated indian names, say hello and try to make friends. even at my desk, i have been unsuccessfully attempting to integrate myself into the conversation of the wonderfully chatty girls sitting next to me. (they’re talking in bengali, so safe to say the odds aren’t in my favor.) i think they’re nice though? maybe?
basically, right now i’m 16 all over again.
an unfortunate example: yesterday i had a meeting with the team leader of one of the microfinance products. “her” name is joyanta. pretty sure i went up to a guy thinking he could help me, asked for joyanta, and he said “that’s me.” awesome move.
it felt just like this picture from 2002 looks: terrible.
so, long story short – i’ve decided that enough is enough. i’m not getting very far with my award-winning personality and ability to pronounce bengali words – so tomorrow i’m going to bribe them all with candy to get them to like me. go ahead – judge me! i know bribery will work, and this too shall pass.
man, i wish that – like in the workplace – i had the opportunity to use bribery in high school. hey, maybe then i wouldn’t have hated it so much.