Initially, this was supposed to be a post about complaints but one of my New Year’s resolutions was not to complain so much anymore, which is the reason that this topic will have to stay on the backburner while I will share with you my love for my job.
So far this year I’m really enjoying my work. That was different just a couple of months ago for reasons I cannot disclose on here. After all, I don’t want to be dooced. However, the reason why I now enjoy going into the office every day is this: I love working in an international team – and my team? Is i n t e r n a t i o n a l .
Every morning, as I sit at my desk, sipping my coffee while reading through a seemingly insurmountable batch of emails, I am greeted by my teammates as they come into the office. The door opens and you’re greeted with a happy “Good morning” in at least six different languages. Languages including Bulgarian, Hindi, Hungarian, Slovak, Thai and German. How awesome is that? In my previous job I worked in an international team as well and that was without a doubt the best part of my work.
Working in an international team has taught me a lot about different cultures, politics and best of all, different foods. It has also filled my vocabulary with an irreplaceable repertoire of the best swear words. The French were especially resourceful inventing swear words and to this day, I have the ability to swear like a French hooker outside a dockside bar.
Just this morning I learned about five new swear words in Slovak when my co-worker threw his rental contract on his desk– which was about 20 pages of legal stuff. In German. None of it can be repeated here but I was in stitches. Best of all, the other day, my Hungarian colleague treated the entire team to some original Hungarian Goulash. It was awesome. The taste was heavenly and afterwards we were all so full and happy that a nap seemed the appropriate alternative over our return to work.
Now if only things could stay that way until I retire…
So far this year I’m really enjoying my work. That was different just a couple of months ago for reasons I cannot disclose on here. After all, I don’t want to be dooced. However, the reason why I now enjoy going into the office every day is this: I love working in an international team – and my team? Is i n t e r n a t i o n a l .
Every morning, as I sit at my desk, sipping my coffee while reading through a seemingly insurmountable batch of emails, I am greeted by my teammates as they come into the office. The door opens and you’re greeted with a happy “Good morning” in at least six different languages. Languages including Bulgarian, Hindi, Hungarian, Slovak, Thai and German. How awesome is that? In my previous job I worked in an international team as well and that was without a doubt the best part of my work.
Working in an international team has taught me a lot about different cultures, politics and best of all, different foods. It has also filled my vocabulary with an irreplaceable repertoire of the best swear words. The French were especially resourceful inventing swear words and to this day, I have the ability to swear like a French hooker outside a dockside bar.
Just this morning I learned about five new swear words in Slovak when my co-worker threw his rental contract on his desk– which was about 20 pages of legal stuff. In German. None of it can be repeated here but I was in stitches. Best of all, the other day, my Hungarian colleague treated the entire team to some original Hungarian Goulash. It was awesome. The taste was heavenly and afterwards we were all so full and happy that a nap seemed the appropriate alternative over our return to work.
Now if only things could stay that way until I retire…
