Classic Example

Well, it’s 3.45 on a Friday afternoon and I find myself at home eating Oreo’s. Why? I’m glad you asked.

Being Friday, this morning was Limpeza (cleaning) in the office. I decided not to go to work as I’ve been out of action for most of the week with a bad back and thought that weeding the ground, picking up cigarette butts or whatever else constitutes cleaning might not be the best idea for me.

I texted my counterpart (the preferred method of communication) to say that I wasn’t going in this morning, but that I’d be in this afternoon and I was looking forward to speaking with him. Why was I looking forward to speaking with him? Well, on Monday morning he is heading to Darwin on a study tour about Career Guidance in Australia (which is great), but unfortunately I’m not able to go with him. I wanted to speak with him before he goes, and last Monday morning he received a phone call saying that he had to go to Dili "immediately", so I haven't seen him all week.

So, this afternoon I get to work and notice that Leandro’s motorbike is not there. Hmmmm. Not a great sign.

“Where is Leandro?”
“I don’t know.”

“Do you know where Leandro is?”
“No. He was here this morning but hasn’t come back after lunch.”

Hmmmmmmmmm.

So, I pick up my phone…
“Hi Leanrdro, where are you?”
“Oh, Mana Susan, I’m in Dili.”
“You mean that big city 3 and a half hours away that you just returned from yesterday?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I got a phone call to say that I needed to come urgently.”
“And you didn’t think to text me and tell me?
“No.”

Ok, so there goes basically my entire plan for the afternoon. Not to worry – it’s not the first time, nor will it be the last time that happens.

So, back to the drawing board.

“Guys, where is Silvino?” (The only other person in the office that I work with since two of the other staff got moved into different positions.)
“Well, you see, this morning the police had a motorbike check point…”

Pause. (For them to just look at me as if this is enough explanation…which to be honest it was. I had an idea anyway, however, I raised my eyebrows and indicated I didn’t understand, just to make sure.)

“…and they seized his motorbike so he’s at the police station sorting it out.”

Oh, help me God.

(and, this was after one of the admin staff greeted me with, “Mana, you didn’t come to work this morning. Me either – my sister got married this morning so I went to the Church.”)

After a minute of silent swearing, some anger at the idea that it’s ok to go to weddings and get your motorbike back from the police on a work day, and some quick mocking of the so called organisation of my department…I shook my head, took a deep breath and smiled (well, I smiled in my mind – it may not have reached my lips).

And that, my friends is a classic example of a day at work for me.

Of course Leandro was going to Dili – his boss had told him to go. One of the multitude of things that East Timorese people do well is respond to the demands of their superiors. Wouldn’t you, if you and your ancestors had been taking orders from other people since the early 1600’s? And it’s likely that Leandro’s boss's boss told him to get Leandro to Dili. And he wasn’t going to say no to his boss, so why would Leandro?! (And neither would I, let’s be honest.)

And why, when you motorbike has been seized by the police would you not try to get it back? Financially, it is the most valuable thing that Silvino owns and is likely to own for a long time. Apart from that, it’s his only means of transport and a means of transport for his immediate and extended family to go to market, school, visit family in the mountains and lots of other things. Besides, it’s his independence. I would try to get my car back as soon as possible too!

And, of course, when family is the most important thing in Timorese culture of course you would skive off work to go to a wedding. And weddings don’t work the same way here – they’re not the big pre-planned events that we have. They happen at short notice (like pretty much everything here), and you need to be able to just go. I’d have gone if I were her.

Timor Lesson: It’s not your country, it’s not your culture.
You can get cranky and grumpy about things not going to plan (even after you’ve spent days talking about it and think it’s a sure bet), but the only person who’s going to be upset is you. So take a deep breath and move on. It’s really not that big a deal. It’s just the way it is.