While my wife’s guts and mine recover from our trip to India, I must leave those who follow this silly blog with quite a cute story regarding a completely different part of India’s business culture with which neither of us were aware. My wife, Britt, and I went to India for two specific reasons. She went for business, and I went to get sick. I’ve already documented my sickness, so let’s go for some funny business. Traditionally, in the United States, although many people ignore this, relationships within the place of employment are frowned upon by the Human Resource Department (usually ran by a robot) and cherished by those who love good gossip. Generally, it’s just not a great idea. This is what made India so interesting this time around.
Britt’s first day of working in Bangalore, India brought a few surprises. With much disbelief, just prior to entering the 9th floor office, she was notified this office required a dress code since it was the most Holy of Commercialized Days: Valentines Day!
I’m not joking AT ALL. Following is the dress code for this work day. These are only color dress codes representing ones love status:
Pink: you are looking for love
Red: you are in love
Yellow: you are looking for opposite sex friendship in the work place
Orange: It’s complicated
She had a quick response to the man chaperoning her to this new office: “Seriously?”
“Oh yes, yes.”
Now, of course, my wife, not knowing about any of this, was wearing the loudest and prettiest pink blouse in the room, meaning she was definitely looking for love in all the wrong places. They took this wildly seriously. Showered with flowers, she was THEN (this is after flying 22 hours for a “serious” business trip) called upon to be the master, or mistress of ceremonies ending the day. This required her to name all of the couples who had matched up on this day. Additionally, some were dedicating love songs to their co-working matches made in India. Ultimately, Britt informed me they didn’t do a lick of work. Suspended in disbelief, she could only relate by thinking of those second grade Valentine’s days when your desk was littered with cards from secret idiots. It was just too cute for her to be mad. When we were youngsters at school on this day, parents would bring cookies, teachers and janitors would be pissed about the party atmosphere, and absolutely no work would get accomplished. This was quite similar to what my wife witnessed on that day.
Returning to the hotel room two hours late, and after she had previously informed me, via e-mail, of this sacred dress code, I could only assume she had found someone new to love. Fortunately, I was wrong. She was merely forced to be the judge and jury of the office decoration campaign. Someone was to be honored for how well they decorated their cubicle. (I’m not shitting any of you) I believe there were eighty cubicles to be judged.
It made my day in the hotel room feel much more simple and boring. All I was required to do was crap and puke. I’m no stranger to either.
By the way, she noticed I was accidentally wearing a red t-shirt on that day. It was actually a crimson shirt representing Washington State University, meaning:
Just wait until next year.