I have a new job! Yay!
It’s not even my first day yet (I’ll start in June) but already I was invited to a get-together with my future co-workers. I arrive 30 minutes late to dinner, through no fault of mine. I see they’ve finished eating. Fast eaters, these future coworkers of mine. I see we’ll get along just fine.
They usher me in, order extra rice. Good thing somebody else is late or else I couldn’t have eaten a thing, eating alone in public. Everybody welcomes me, then resumes the previous topic of conversation. Everybody talks all at once, laughs all at once, shrieks all at once. From amidst all the noise, my ear picks up a line, “Kabalo ni?” (“Do you understand?”)
“Gamay…” (“A little…”) I squeak out with a sheepish smile. And everybody laughs once again and resumes talking in Bisaya, a dialect I barely understand but is slowly taking over the turf of Chavacano speakers. I see I have much to learn.
The rest of the night I spend nodding when anybody talks and laughing when anybody laughs. I struggle to memorize words. Very important is, “Unsa?” (“What?”)
I’m sure I’ll use it much in my work.