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Duday in the City
The thing with traveling is that you get to see new places and explore new things.
The good thing about traveling is that you get to appreciate different cultures and expose yourself to the richness the land can offer.
The bad thing about traveling is that you ma, oftentimes look like and idiot and humiliate yourself in public.
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There are no accessible smoking areas in our site, where we work. It's bad enough that we are in a hotel where smoking is 100% unacceptable, it's worse when you can't even smoke freely in the parking lot of your building.
Our building is roughly the size of a small country. It's huge - gargantuan even. Now, even if there's that whole space, you still have to smoke in designated areas, usually and preferably about 60 meters away from any building entrance. The closest smoking area in our sub building is out the parking lot and through a revolving door.
Take note that this is the first day at work, meaning we still need to borrow a badge from someone so that we can freely come in and out. So, we did. The only catch is, there's only one badge and three of us. Take into consideration that these electronic badges need to be swiped at every entrance and exit you go through.
The only thing stopping us from stepping outside to get our nicotine fix is this huge revolving door. Now, I want you to read the next paragraph with an active imagination.
There we were, God - a tall bulky man, Becky - a glamazon fag and me, staring at the enemy. Ok, let's go in, I said. I swiped the badge over at the thingee and immediately tried to pass it on to Becky. Becky decides to slip in the space with me and God, out of panic, jumps in again. We think we're good when suddenly, the doors stop. We suddenly realized that we're stuck and that we have the badge inside the space with us. One phrase was reverberating in the space. "Oh, shit."
We see this other guy coming in and we panicked! We were torn between asking for help or suffer humiliation. Well, what do you know, the guy looks at us like we were freaks (which, now in retrospect I realize that we did look like freaks) and stands there and stares at us. Finally, another guy came and helped us out, right after he controlled his loud and uncontrolled laughter.
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I felt like I was Duday in the big city. Kakahiya!
The good thing about traveling is that you get to appreciate different cultures and expose yourself to the richness the land can offer.
The bad thing about traveling is that you ma, oftentimes look like and idiot and humiliate yourself in public.
***
There are no accessible smoking areas in our site, where we work. It's bad enough that we are in a hotel where smoking is 100% unacceptable, it's worse when you can't even smoke freely in the parking lot of your building.
Our building is roughly the size of a small country. It's huge - gargantuan even. Now, even if there's that whole space, you still have to smoke in designated areas, usually and preferably about 60 meters away from any building entrance. The closest smoking area in our sub building is out the parking lot and through a revolving door.
Take note that this is the first day at work, meaning we still need to borrow a badge from someone so that we can freely come in and out. So, we did. The only catch is, there's only one badge and three of us. Take into consideration that these electronic badges need to be swiped at every entrance and exit you go through.
The only thing stopping us from stepping outside to get our nicotine fix is this huge revolving door. Now, I want you to read the next paragraph with an active imagination.
There we were, God - a tall bulky man, Becky - a glamazon fag and me, staring at the enemy. Ok, let's go in, I said. I swiped the badge over at the thingee and immediately tried to pass it on to Becky. Becky decides to slip in the space with me and God, out of panic, jumps in again. We think we're good when suddenly, the doors stop. We suddenly realized that we're stuck and that we have the badge inside the space with us. One phrase was reverberating in the space. "Oh, shit."
We see this other guy coming in and we panicked! We were torn between asking for help or suffer humiliation. Well, what do you know, the guy looks at us like we were freaks (which, now in retrospect I realize that we did look like freaks) and stands there and stares at us. Finally, another guy came and helped us out, right after he controlled his loud and uncontrolled laughter.
***
I felt like I was Duday in the big city. Kakahiya!
