Working here at BRAC has introduced me to a world of theatrically fake formalities. For instance, every morning we go through a security scanner and bag check. Which would be fine, except for the fact that none of the security guards actually open your bags and the scanner beeps every time a person walks through, but no one asks you to go through it again (I've just started walking through the scanner with my phone in my hands...it's that pointless).
This morning, as is the case with most of my workdays here, I was on the phone with my family. However, not even ten minutes into the call, the office manager came by my desk and asked that I go outside to take the call because everyone here was busy "working." Which was fine, except for the fact that she sent me to the servants stairwell which didn't have a doorknob on the other end and the "work" she was talking about was the entire floor chitchatting about the final world cup game. Hahaha, I was a twenty-year-old on a timeout at work. It had to be one of the funniest things that ever happened to me here in Bangladesh. Of course I was unperturbed and proceeded to spend the next two hours just making calls because I have nothing better to do here. The irony of it all is that as soon as I returned, my cubicle mate got on the phone and literally started screaming for the next half an hour. No one sent him into the servant's stairwell...
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