Lorena's Epiphany

Mouwathafeen 2

October 28, 2009 at 7:57 pm Leave a comment

One of the first questions I got asked when I started work was how I liked my coffee. Every morning at 8.30 on the dot, Zaher drops off coffee for every employee on the first floor. Whether you like Turkish coffee (dark and strong), mixed with powdery coffee mate, or even some Lipton tea, he’ll make it for you.

The whole concept of an “office boy” is new to me. He asked if I wanted him to prepare me some, but since I’m drinking 3-in-1 lately, found no need. All I need is hot water and a tiny sachet. It tastes like crap, but does the trick.

Zaher’s kitchenette somehow transformed into an office. He has office chairs, plenty of storage space, his own phone extension (I share mine with Zahi in my office), and has even hung a bunch of photos of himself on the cupboards. And rumor has it, he won’t allow any of the other office boys touch his equipment. Ok, that came out a little bit wrong. Tisk tisk. To clarify, every floor has it’s own office boy with the sole task of making coffee. Zaher looks so bored most of the time and he’s there from 8 to 5 just like all of us.

Don’t even think to disturb him between 1 and 2pm. That’s when he takes his nap, and trust me, you don’t want to be on the other side of the door when he wakes up. I swear, it’s like waking up a grizzly bear. He’s huge. I don’t think he likes me anymore since then. Or maybe it’s because I use 3-in-1.

Entry filed under: Floating. Tags: coffee, kitchen, office, office boy, work environment.