yesterday eating some mango (mango season here now :))) BIIGGUPPP) with colleagues in our quite nasty little kitchen corner, which is called the PANTRY ????
anyhow
so eating some slices, chatting w them...n just before headin back to my little desk it comes!
Colleague: You know louise, you should always drink milk after eating mango.....
Me: what sorry how...why? hmmmm
Colleague: because (without any sign of irony on her face...) mango is a warm fruit, and now it's very warm outside ( in the office its so cold from the A/C that proper cardigan is most a must not to get blue lips...) and the milk balances that...
Me: ?????????????
Colleague: yes, its very good....
Me: .....................ok.............will do that bext time...thnx?????
( the only thing is..the milk they drink is warm, not fresh, not cold, not REAL milk.....how on earth should or can that help anyone???!)
And today another good advise during lunch:
Colleague: And you know oil ( the north indian food is OIIILLLLLLLLY man! disgusting it is actually) is very good for the bones...the sceleton...yes.. ( this after looking at his empty white plate which was still drenched in red masala oil.....)
Me & Cissi (swedish ): NOOO WAYY that cannot be true, HOW AND WHY???
Colleague: my grandfather told me...and yes its good for the bones...yes...
.......................
ahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
WHAT TO DOOOO people what to dooooo!!?
adiossssssssss
Friday, May 15, 2009
Communication skillzzzzzz in india....
So my job means a lot of commiunication ( mostly email) & shitloads of patience with indian suppliers....
after 2 yrs of working in the last underdeveloped country in europe for H&M I would say that my patience level is pretty high..( italy BTW LOL)
i remember the meeting with my then to become, colleagues in march last year before coming over to india for the job...where the 1st and as i remember now ONLY question was:
DO YOU HAVE A LOT OF PATIENCE?
i reply happy, YES YES i've lived in italy for 4 yrs, working for H&M there for 2 yrs, NO PROBLEM :)
they looked happy n nodded towards eachother w small content smiles on their faces...
now, after almost a year in india, ITALY should be described as the most developed n simple country in the world....
more bureaucracy, papers, signing n retarded, unnecessary behaviour than india...is impossible to find...
anyhow, just to mail convos from my daily work to helo u to understand.....
Mail 1
Louise mail:
The smpls look nice, pls send acc asap
Supplier reply:
What do you want me to do now?
Mail 2
Louise mail:
I would like you to send 5-10 different hangers of organic cotton jersey qltys for my ref
(in bold red letters as well to avoid any confusion.....(!)
No email reply but hangers come....
..
..
..
IN VISCOSE??????? (!)
as they say:
WHAT TO DO!?
Brgs
Louise
after 2 yrs of working in the last underdeveloped country in europe for H&M I would say that my patience level is pretty high..( italy BTW LOL)
i remember the meeting with my then to become, colleagues in march last year before coming over to india for the job...where the 1st and as i remember now ONLY question was:
DO YOU HAVE A LOT OF PATIENCE?
i reply happy, YES YES i've lived in italy for 4 yrs, working for H&M there for 2 yrs, NO PROBLEM :)
they looked happy n nodded towards eachother w small content smiles on their faces...
now, after almost a year in india, ITALY should be described as the most developed n simple country in the world....
more bureaucracy, papers, signing n retarded, unnecessary behaviour than india...is impossible to find...
anyhow, just to mail convos from my daily work to helo u to understand.....
Mail 1
Louise mail:
The smpls look nice, pls send acc asap
Supplier reply:
What do you want me to do now?
Mail 2
Louise mail:
I would like you to send 5-10 different hangers of organic cotton jersey qltys for my ref
(in bold red letters as well to avoid any confusion.....(!)
No email reply but hangers come....
..
..
..
IN VISCOSE??????? (!)
as they say:
WHAT TO DO!?
Brgs
Louise
TOILETS in INCREDIBLE INDIA
hmm where to start today...
have some topics to let off my curry smelling chest...
first the most recent one...
TOILETS in INCREDIBLE INDIA
as we all prob immagine arent the cleanest n tidyest ones...most are really nasty to be frank...
had a close-to-death-indian-toilet-experience today...
went to this house today w some colleague...and had to wait ( also very indian) for someone to open the door since the people i went with didnt call in advance to check if this person was in the house...
so we wait ( in 40 degrees heat !!) and we wait n we waaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttt..... i have a smoke ( fake indian camel lights....) n all of a sudden my now pretty messed up stomach gets a life of its own and i know i need to GO very very soon...
& since the person with the key isnt showing up I panic ( proper panic) and to prevent a most embarrassing accident to go down infront of these colleagues ( all indians ) of mine....i start looking for options......
and see across the road some kind of conference hall/church/no one knows actually what kind of a house it is///// and asks if a toilet might be there that i could use..
YES ! ( BIIIIG relief)
i follow this little indian man to the toilets...(or rooms with a whole in the floor...)
i ask in panic PAPER??? he knods his little head from side to side in this most annoying indian way where u dont know if thats a YES or a NO or a MAYBE or I DUNNO...
so i lock myself up in this little room...hoping to find paper somewhere.....
seconds after i realize allready in the process of what i was doing that there is nothing but a bucket & a tap for the water...
then my prayers go to the waterpipes, since most of the times there is no water running...
this is so my first indian-way-of-doing-yr-need-in-the-toilet...n it will hopefully be my last!!!
the whole cleaning part has to be done...ladies & gentlemen..WITH YR OWN HANDS n some dirty ass indian water in a BUCKET!
took me loooong time, sweat n almost tears before exiting that room on shaky legs...
this was the start of my day in delhi today...
next blog will be on communication..or maybe more about patience??
adiossss
have some topics to let off my curry smelling chest...
first the most recent one...
TOILETS in INCREDIBLE INDIA
as we all prob immagine arent the cleanest n tidyest ones...most are really nasty to be frank...
had a close-to-death-indian-toilet-experience today...
went to this house today w some colleague...and had to wait ( also very indian) for someone to open the door since the people i went with didnt call in advance to check if this person was in the house...
so we wait ( in 40 degrees heat !!) and we wait n we waaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttt..... i have a smoke ( fake indian camel lights....) n all of a sudden my now pretty messed up stomach gets a life of its own and i know i need to GO very very soon...
& since the person with the key isnt showing up I panic ( proper panic) and to prevent a most embarrassing accident to go down infront of these colleagues ( all indians ) of mine....i start looking for options......
and see across the road some kind of conference hall/church/no one knows actually what kind of a house it is///// and asks if a toilet might be there that i could use..
YES ! ( BIIIIG relief)
i follow this little indian man to the toilets...(or rooms with a whole in the floor...)
i ask in panic PAPER??? he knods his little head from side to side in this most annoying indian way where u dont know if thats a YES or a NO or a MAYBE or I DUNNO...
so i lock myself up in this little room...hoping to find paper somewhere.....
seconds after i realize allready in the process of what i was doing that there is nothing but a bucket & a tap for the water...
then my prayers go to the waterpipes, since most of the times there is no water running...
this is so my first indian-way-of-doing-yr-need-in-the-toilet...n it will hopefully be my last!!!
the whole cleaning part has to be done...ladies & gentlemen..WITH YR OWN HANDS n some dirty ass indian water in a BUCKET!
took me loooong time, sweat n almost tears before exiting that room on shaky legs...
this was the start of my day in delhi today...
next blog will be on communication..or maybe more about patience??
adiossss
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