F*ing Tea Lady

So I work in an office where we have a full time tea lady (as you can see, I am not in America anymore). The tea lady is maybe from China? Macau? I don't know as I do not communicate with her with anything that isn't sign language or friendly smiles or grunts. I noticed the other day that she gives water to one of my co-workers as he comes back to his desk (conveniently Confucian). I ask M if get gets water at his desk given by the tea lady. "Yeah," he responded rather nonchalantly.

I walk around the office; everyone gets water or tea from the tea lady except me (that I can see anyway). I feel like saying something to her - in my demand-equity-as-an-American sort of way - but then I think better of it. Try not to let this damn tea lady ruin my day.

Maybe she thinks a girl in the office is weird and can get her own tea. But it makes me feel inadequate somehow, like I should somehow convince her to get me some water. I have even thought of asking the original guy who I first saw get water from her say something to her.

But it is not worth it. Her constitution in unmalleable. I know my Americanism can come off as being boorish and evangelical in Asia, especially with my not-at-all corresponding Asian face that goes alone with the gusto.

At the moment I get my own tea. Begrudgingly.