Is Someone Having a Giraffe?!

Who’s smart idea was it to work 14 hour days?! I want a quiet word with them about it. Possibly using a large stick to make my point.

My current working day consists of getting up at 9am (oh, woe is me I hear you all saying, but just listen, ok?), getting into the office for 10am, training up the programmers from 10am till 2pm – and they need a lot of intensive hands on training at the moment.

At 2pm, we have a shift change and the designers come in for their fresher training where I’m teaching the same things to different people.

At 6pm, the designers leave and I go and deal with my webmasters who report back any problems they’ve had throughout the day and let me know about any sales and support that needs to be addressed. I spend an hour working with them on anything that needs to be done.

Then Aravind, one of the owners of Agriya will contact me and ask me how the content is coming on for the new Agriya corporate website (he figures hey, we have a Englishman in the office, we may as well exploit his language skills for free! Who said slave labour is dead?).

Half way through writing Agriya’s content, a client from latin America will come online and inform me of the latest bugs and errors he’s found in the software he’s purchased, some of which would require me to drop everything and address these issues.

Often these issues need to be compiled into a report to be sent to the full time developers for them to take care of the next day.

Around 11pm we’ll leave the office, get back home, have some food, then it’s back on the computer to plan the training program for the next day for the freshers.

I finally get to switch the computer off between 1am and 3am.

So, hopefully now you realise that when I say I get up at 9am, it is a big deal!

I also want to point out to anyone that knows me personally, that even though I’m in India, I will be returning home just as white as I left London due to working every hour Muruga (he’s the local God in these parts) sends…and I will probably be returned as freight if Aravind’s mother has her way. Apparently there is a slight language barrier so that the words “no more food, I’m full” is translated into “please pile 4 more deep fat fried pancake type things on to my plate and please do take a seat and sit and watch expectantly while I eat”.

hmm. I love rants. Am I fishing for sympathy in this post?

…hell yeah! (I’m counting on you guys to provide it!)

Oh, in other news, here’s a picture of my freshers that I’m teaching.

They are all about my age, and university leavers.

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* Having a giraffe is Cockney rhyming slang for having a laugh. giraffe / laugh. Gedit?

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