Day at Work

I took a look at my blog from top to bottom yesterday and realized that... I hate it. It makes me look like I'm 50, grey haired, and boring. I don't know exactly what to do to remedy the situation but I'll try. I think I'm going to play the "external locus of control" card here and say it's a product of Mumbai not being that fun and despite my usual ability to create my own fun in these types of situations, my environment hasn't been too responsive.


I did manage to get myself into a little trouble yesterday. I work in Corporate Accounts at Bayer and one of the perks of my position is that I'm not forced to sit in my desk and punch numbers in all day. I do get to liaison with people in finance, zonal accounting, tax, and industrial operations to get "xyz" information on a regular basis, which allows me to get up out of my seat and walk around. Yesterday, I was walking past the zonal accounting team around lunchtime and noticed there were two Dominos boxes sitting on the table. Two of the guys in my department told me that the team was not really allowed to get pizza but they were cheating today.


One thing led to another and the two guys in my department dared me to go take the pizza boxes and hide them in the storage room. There was no way I could actually back down from a challenge, especially something that would come second nature to me back home. So when the zonal guys weren't looking, I reached right over the cubicle and scooped up the pizzas. They were full and they smelled good. I didn't eat them. But I did take them and hide them in the storage room.


10 minutes later, the head of zonal accounts came out with the CFO right behind him red as a cherry. "WHERE IS MY PIZZA?" I could see those dickheads in my department and zonal guys snickering in their cubicles. But I took the pizzas out of storage and handed them over to the zonal accounts head and held myself together. I haven't been chewed out yet by him and my boss, the corporate accounts head, wasn't in the office yesterday. I think they got a little kick out of it.

Needless to say, I am pretty embarrassed about making such a rookie mistake like that. A similar situation is chronicled in Michael Lewis' "Liars Poker", where a new trader "had the SEC calling him because he stole food from the cafeteria." But, what's the workplace without any fun? I'm finished after next Friday and my boy DP's comin to Mumbai that next Saturday. I'll probably post one more time before I head back to the homeland in 16 days, but the next two weeks are poised to be raging to the max.

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