I really think those expectations should have been made more clear up front.
I mean, I clearly know MY name, and that guy that works upstairs...well...I call him "other guy," because otherwise, I would get him confused with "that one guy," whom I always see in the hall and at the door . Frankly, I suspect he is stalking me, but I can't technically prove it. I mean, I have been gathering evidence:
- when I arrive at work, he says, "Hello." (I KNOW! Borderline sexual harrassment!!)
- every once in a while he will be walking in the same direction as me and will say, "How are you doing?" AND
- he shows up at a bunch of the meetings I go to on a regular basis and says things like, "How is your house?" (Flagrant disregard for personal space.)
Sure, he pretends like it is his job since he claims to work in the Embassy housing office, but frankly, it's creating a hostile work environment and should not be tolerated.
I SAID GOOD DAY!!!
However, I not sure why people aren't more friendly at our Embassy here. Clearly, they should be required to wear name tags (large, so I can see them without squinting or having to wear unsightly glasses) so that I may address them properly, i.e. "Oh! Why hello there Mr. Franklin!" and/or so that I can turn them into the proper authorities because apparently, "that one guy" is not a valid identifier for my harassment complaints.
And the other distressing news I learned today is that apparently, other people do stuff when I am not there!!! I spoke to both Minoy and Liz today on the instant messenger (totally about work stuff USG time-waster monitors) and during the course of that discussion it became glaringly obvious to me that they are not sitting at home waiting for me to return.
WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN!? and WHY, for the love of all that's holy WHY did this happen??
Minoy claimed to have gotten coffee with someone else this morning and Liz was telling me about a conversation she had with ANOTHER person that was (a) not about me; (b) not about her; and (c) ABOUT WORK.
Frankly, I'm not sure I understand. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?
Thank God my husband is sitting in Iraq, all alone, talking to nobody else, and patiently waiting until he can see me again. .... RIGHT??