Just when I wanted to reduce my hours at work, I’ve been put on several big cross country projects. Grrr! Although I shan’t complain too loudly, I secretly love being busy. Plus I get to do these projects from home in the comfort of my PJs and sheepskin slippers.
As you might know, I do comms for a division of IBM (who by the way, have nothing to do with this blog and whose opinions, views and thoughts are in no way reflective of mine and blah blah usual disclaimer stuff*). Now, on the spectrum between extremely staid and like, totally chilled dude, IBM are probably closer to staid than they are to laid back. Which means I’ve had to curb my natural exuberance, potty mouth and toilet humour somewhat when I send out my comms, newsletters etc. But even with my marked restraint, they all think I am totally mad and seem to enjoy my goof ball sense of humour. I think I’ve broken them in.
Like for example, I sent out a questionnaire thingy for my newsletter to a few people on the sales team. These were some of the questions in the interview:
Which parts of your job gets you excited? (besides the exceptionally exciting possibility of seeing me at the office)
What is the hardest part of your job? (besides having to deal with the disappointment of not seeing me)
If you weren’t doing this, what else would you be doing? (fishing / travelling the world / telling Tertia how gorgeous she is etc)
But this new project is a whole different ballgame. South Africans are one thing; foreigners are a whole other kettle of fish. I know the British and Australian sense of humour (much like ours) and I know the American sense of humour (50% of the people have an excellent sense of humour, the other half are too busy being offended to be amused). But now I am dealing with people like the GERMANS and the SWISS – are they even ALLOWED to have a sense of humour? Zat vas a joke, ja!
I am going to have to think grown up thoughts and do my best to be business like at all times. I guess that means no xxx at the bottom of my emails or risqué innuendos. Goodness, I hope I manage.
*I got into BIG trouble recently for mentioning IBM and my boobs in the same interview. (The NYT interview) Please note that IBM have nothing to do with my boobs, nor are my boobs reflective of the views, thoughts (proper or otherwise) or opinions of IBM.