So now I am here at my room - my shoes, clothes and the walls of my room are watching me. I am typing with my chipped nail polish while worrying about my wiggly molar. Some websites say (and even "the substitute" dentist confirms) that it is normal.
Normal or ordinary was not how I would describe yesterday. It was exactly one year, I boarded a plane going to Jakarta to meet (and live) with 9 other people from different countries. Yesterday marks an anniversary of a friendship of Phils, Mexico, USA, India, Austria and Brazil. That sounded like an international deal. You can read about this story here.
Anyway, Friday has been good to me. I am glad. I was supposed to swing by the When in Manila writers potluck party (sorry guys, and Teacher Cheryl - I wasn't able to go), but I woke up late and had to run to work. At work - where I felt that I have never really worked. It was not a usual Friday.
I haven't even spent 15 minutes in the office, when my calendar told me it is time to go to the Boardroom Meeting room. We had a very informative meeting which lasted for two hours. Back to my station where I dealt with a system issue and pressing timeline, this gave way for me to interact with a manager from France. From a system issue and incorrect approval routing, our conversation then focuses on cultural differences.
Interesting how an issue would be a bridge to build client relationship?
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Friday, 8 March 2013
French Man, Taboo and Emoticons
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