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Nuevo Individuo

I have two questions;

[1] When will the new guy at work stops being the new guy?

[2] When will I get my own dustbin?

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Nahuatl said…
Oh man! I understand what you feel.

If you were a nice/pretty girl, you wudn't go thru this.. guys wud buzz around you to 'help' you.

But since you are not... you have to jump "out of the box". Try to find out the mood of their discussions and then put in your quick-yet-clever remarks. Once you get noticed, its easy :) But its hard to get that break. It can take long time also.

Regarding your trash, keep throwing them in all the other people's dustbin. They will get irritated and will ask you why. Answer is simple! :D
Maran said…
Buy everybody beer!
Nirek said…
ohhh boy.... it depends on your luck. I was new boy in this co, for nearly 2 months!!! even now dunno whether i know everyone fully...
Ghost Particle said…
oh man...hahahah...

[Nayan] It happens everywhere!

[Maran] They would probably throw me in jail...if you understand the majority of the workers here r...

[Satu] i think itll take forever...
Divya.B said…
Thy shalst get a new dust bin soon.
Amen:))
mona said…
The new guy is the new guy unil another new guy comes along, or until the people you work with learn some "dirt" on you ...
as for a new dustbin, can you ask for one?
:_)
Good luck!!!
visithra said…
hehehe monas right - n would go with throwing loads of rubbish into others dustbin ;p
Jeevan said…
dont worry, u will get a good dustbin:)
Ghost Particle said…
[mona] + [visi] yeh i did ask...but...

[jeevan] thanx bro.
Ghost Particle said…
[divya] thanx divya...

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