However, cooking with no shoes on was a bit much for me to stomach. Especially when your feet are that close to my food. There one big reason I wouldn't walk barefoot anywhere in this city. Men pee wherever they want to. According to my driver, women are not allowed this convenience. Just yesterday on the way to work I saw a guy taking a leak not three feet from the "Do Not Urinate Here" sign!
Work is work, what can I say. The office here is like any other office in the world with the two key exceptions.
1. The widows shades are never open. So unless you go outside you never see the light of day. Zero natural light, which drives me nuts. Plus the fluorescent lights here seem to be exceedingly bright and harsh. I may start wearing sunglasses in the office.
2. At the start of the day the office smells like the high school wrestling room after an intense conditioning work out. It goes down hill from there as more people come in. "Don't worry Clegg, you won't die, you'll pass out first!" Inspired words from my high school wrestling coach.
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