This morning I get into the office a little early. I head to the conference room where I am to be for my first meetings and, as it is empty, I camp out there to get caught up on email and other work. The morning walk was humid and warm, and I’m a little hot and somewhat sweating already. Apparently someone noticed that when I came through… as after about 5 minutes someone opens the door and brings in a fan.
Now, I’ve been doing a pretty good job here in India, if I do say so myself, but I’ve not done so well that I’ve got a fan base like Mick Jagger or Lady Gaga. So this fan was not someone excited to meet me, which frankly would have been an annoying distraction to getting prepped for the day, but this was the GOOD kind of fan. An electric one.
However, there are fans all over the office and I did not think twice about it. This was likely someone deciding this was a room where fans should be and, since there were none in the room, he was rectifying that oversight.
This made sense until he set the fan up right next to me. Like 2 feet away from me. Pointed AT me. Then he plugged it in and turned it on.
Ahhhhhhhh.
He did all of this without saying a word to me. Then as he sees my obvious relief and pleasure, he says something to me I can’t understand or hear well with the fan blowing right at me and all I can do is smile and say “thanks.” As to what he said, it could very well have been “you smell and we need to direct the funk away from the workers as it is causing people to quit.” But a smile and “thank you” was still warranted. That felt good.
Score: Scott 3, Bangalore 3.
Now, I’ve been doing a pretty good job here in India, if I do say so myself, but I’ve not done so well that I’ve got a fan base like Mick Jagger or Lady Gaga. So this fan was not someone excited to meet me, which frankly would have been an annoying distraction to getting prepped for the day, but this was the GOOD kind of fan. An electric one.
However, there are fans all over the office and I did not think twice about it. This was likely someone deciding this was a room where fans should be and, since there were none in the room, he was rectifying that oversight.
This made sense until he set the fan up right next to me. Like 2 feet away from me. Pointed AT me. Then he plugged it in and turned it on.
Ahhhhhhhh.
He did all of this without saying a word to me. Then as he sees my obvious relief and pleasure, he says something to me I can’t understand or hear well with the fan blowing right at me and all I can do is smile and say “thanks.” As to what he said, it could very well have been “you smell and we need to direct the funk away from the workers as it is causing people to quit.” But a smile and “thank you” was still warranted. That felt good.
Score: Scott 3, Bangalore 3.
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