i once worked in a repair department at motorola in hong kong. no one around me spoke any english and the shipment of phones i was supposed to be testing never arrived.
they didn't have a cubicle for me either so they set me up with a desk in the corner where everyone could see me. since there wasn't any work to do, my boss came by with a few magazines the first day (most of them in chinese) and said to flip through those. after a few days of dilligently trying to stay awake and alert, i finally gave up. i would just put my feet up on my desk, turn on my discman and fall asleep in front of the entire office. then i'd go out partying all night and come in the next day reeking of booze. there wasn't really anything they could do about it since i was on contract. it was a momentous waste of someone else's money.
