10 January 2007

Office Mace

WARNING: Long post ahead.

One of the reasons why I started this blog a while back is to give me an avenue to vent. Which leads me into something that happened at the company office last week... (Guys, forgive me for this.)

Friday, about 2 PM Japan time. I'm working at my desk when one of the office full-time teachers (let's call him Guy A) comes over with two other full-timers for some small talk before they headed out for lunch. As usual at this time of year, the subject comes to what is going on with possible contracts for the next academic year. While talking about that, Guy A says that our company won't have a contract with his assigned schools' city board of education next year.

"Really?" I said. "I haven't heard anything about that BoE's plans. You probably know more than I do about that, then."

"Come on," Guy A says. "I thought you were the senior guy here. I thought you live here! You're out of the loop! What's going on?"

At that moment, I get really ticked off. And usually at the moment I get ticked off, I can't speak straight. So I let out a shocked "What?!?"

Then Guy B, who's standing next to Guy A, chimes in. "He's right... you are the senior guy here."

Now I'm fuming. These guys were berating me! "You are the senior guy... " I'm really pissed now. But like most of you know, I'm not one for open confrontation when I'm upset, so I just turned back to my computer and ignored the guys until they left for lunch.

That was a pretty busy day at the office, so I didn't give it any other thought the rest of the day. But during the weekend, my stupid brain reminded me of the incident, and I dwelled on it all weekend. I couldn't get it out of my head: "You are the senior guy... you live here!"

First of all, I don't like being mocked. Yeah, some guys do it as a joke, and that's cool. But they usually accompany the insults with a laugh or some expression or gesture that lets you know, "Hey man, I'm just playing with you." None of that occured.

Second, what does being the "senior guy" have to do with anything? I am the senior guy... of the native English teachers. That means jack on my company's totem pole. You guys who are former co-workers of mine, you know the deal. As the personnel coordinator, I have one role, other than teaching. My boss tells me what positions we have available, and I find teachers for them. That's it. I have nothing to do with my company's negotiations with school boards. Apparently Guy A thinks I should know everything about anything about the company.

Third, "You live here..." If working two days a week at the company office means living there, then I must be hibernating at the high school I work at for 3 days a week.

Then again, I should have expected something like this from Guy A, who, just 2 months into his employment here, listened to me offer someone a position, then proceeded to criticize me and tell me what I should do better (things that, by the way, goes against the company philosophy). Now, I'm not a human resources expert by any means, but if someone has been at a company longer than I have, I'm not about to give that person any advice on how to do their job unless they specifically ask for it.

Now, the main thing I dwelled on over the weekend was not that, but whether or not I should have told him off at the time of the incident. Part of me said, "You should have said something to shut him up!" But the other part said, "You know what... you did the right thing by ignoring them. Like your family always said, you start arguing with them over nonsense, you come down to their level. You don't want to look like them, right? Plus, you have other avenues for venting, like blogging."

If you're reading this, I'd love to hear your comments on this.

02 January 2007

"A" Happy New Year

Well, it's already 2007. It's a bit late, but Happy New Year to all my family and friends in Japan, the States and around the world. Or, like they say here in Japan, あけましておめでとうございます (akemashite omedetou gozaimasu)!

01 January 2007

Bundle of Pain

Japan is much better than the US when it comes to respecting each other in society. But in some cases, that can go too far. Yesterday we were eating at a pasta restaurant, and there were several little kids running around and making noise. I mean, they were crazy. And where were the parents? Eating and not caring what their kids were doing. Even the restaurant staff didn't say anything like, "Sorry to bother you, but your kids are making a ruckus and bothering the customers." None of that! We just had to deal with it until they left. Then again, the GF dealt with it her own way. She stuck out her leg for the little rugrats to trip over, succeeding once. Nice.