“…makin’ your way in the world today…”
Came back to the pad a little earlier today and was treated with a full episode of Cheers. Not something that I would normally sit through at home, but for some reason it’s extremely comfortable, and it was a damn fine sitcom. Perhaps even so good, that it killed the potential for the entire genre following its finale, but that’s a drunken conversation for later.
Back again, with the usual suspects. My thoughts this morning drift to the work I’ve been doing the past three weeks. Initially I committed to this position with extreme trepidation, but as I count down the final hours I feel remiss not to comment on the glorious building and people that have made my stay memorable.
As I’ve mentioned on numerous occasions, my day starts at 1600 with a pounding ring and female voice that let’s me know, “THIS IS YOUR WAKE UP CALL.” The only better voice I could imagine would be that of Cookie Monster Mutumbo. After the wake up call I order an overpriced and under made room service meal and head downstairs for my morning ride to the office.
At 1615 I settle in and catch up on the latest that BBC, The Lodge and Google News has to offer. Then for the next ten hours I try and find something to do, which usually works out. I’ve taken to discussing the social importance of the game of cricket to every Indian that I meet, and each one gives me there own personal story, which usually breaks down like this…Sunday was created by God for every male between 5 and 75 to play cricket wherever and with whatever means possible.
The occasional work conversation slips in, and the enthusiasm for learning the product and processes amazes and inspires me. Without sounding like too much of a corporate cheerleader I have to say that Bombay has hooked me up to the rejuvenation machine regarding what I do and who I do it for. Now, I normally hate anyone that takes time in their free time to promote the values of their corporate benefactor, but it comforts me to know that I’ve gotten to know the good people that are in the trenches and fighting the good fight on behalf of software lackey’s.
(Sidenote to at least four other Lodge members: Guess what American ISP company is also located has a major presence in the same building?...yeah…that one)
There’s a community atmosphere unlike anything else I’ve been a part of for a long time, well, since I was working for said American ISP. I’d like to say that I’m going to take that mentality back to the 935, but I’m fairly certain that this is a result of the both the business and the culture.
The “American Dream” is alive and well and it’s been outsourced to India. The drive to succeed and the willingness to commit to a life of working from 7pm to 5am demonstrates a drive that I’ve never been familiar with, but perhaps that is just me. One of my few regrets is that I don’t have an opportunity to examine this mentality further to understand why the American Dollar continues in rapid decline. Once again, another drunken conversation for another night.
(we’ve moved from a mediocre Cheers episode to the bottom of the 2nd with a “live” BoSox/Tigers match…have a announced my love for all things Jim Leyland? If not, this is a good time to state it…and yes, we’re getting the Fox Sports Detroit feed…not quantity…but quality)
I think I’ve run out of things to say about what I’ve been doing. It’s work. It’s never glamorous, but it’s been closer to the heart than anything I’ve done for a paycheck in a long time and for that, I have to give a Willy—Mo Pena size ‘thank you’ to my Indian brethren.
Thanks for reading.
Came back to the pad a little earlier today and was treated with a full episode of Cheers. Not something that I would normally sit through at home, but for some reason it’s extremely comfortable, and it was a damn fine sitcom. Perhaps even so good, that it killed the potential for the entire genre following its finale, but that’s a drunken conversation for later.
Back again, with the usual suspects. My thoughts this morning drift to the work I’ve been doing the past three weeks. Initially I committed to this position with extreme trepidation, but as I count down the final hours I feel remiss not to comment on the glorious building and people that have made my stay memorable.As I’ve mentioned on numerous occasions, my day starts at 1600 with a pounding ring and female voice that let’s me know, “THIS IS YOUR WAKE UP CALL.” The only better voice I could imagine would be that of Cookie Monster Mutumbo. After the wake up call I order an overpriced and under made room service meal and head downstairs for my morning ride to the office.
At 1615 I settle in and catch up on the latest that BBC, The Lodge and Google News has to offer. Then for the next ten hours I try and find something to do, which usually works out. I’ve taken to discussing the social importance of the game of cricket to every Indian that I meet, and each one gives me there own personal story, which usually breaks down like this…Sunday was created by God for every male between 5 and 75 to play cricket wherever and with whatever means possible.
The occasional work conversation slips in, and the enthusiasm for learning the product and processes amazes and inspires me. Without sounding like too much of a corporate cheerleader I have to say that Bombay has hooked me up to the rejuvenation machine regarding what I do and who I do it for. Now, I normally hate anyone that takes time in their free time to promote the values of their corporate benefactor, but it comforts me to know that I’ve gotten to know the good people that are in the trenches and fighting the good fight on behalf of software lackey’s.(Sidenote to at least four other Lodge members: Guess what American ISP company is also located has a major presence in the same building?...yeah…that one)
There’s a community atmosphere unlike anything else I’ve been a part of for a long time, well, since I was working for said American ISP. I’d like to say that I’m going to take that mentality back to the 935, but I’m fairly certain that this is a result of the both the business and the culture.
The “American Dream” is alive and well and it’s been outsourced to India. The drive to succeed and the willingness to commit to a life of working from 7pm to 5am demonstrates a drive that I’ve never been familiar with, but perhaps that is just me. One of my few regrets is that I don’t have an opportunity to examine this mentality further to understand why the American Dollar continues in rapid decline. Once again, another drunken conversation for another night.(we’ve moved from a mediocre Cheers episode to the bottom of the 2nd with a “live” BoSox/Tigers match…have a announced my love for all things Jim Leyland? If not, this is a good time to state it…and yes, we’re getting the Fox Sports Detroit feed…not quantity…but quality)
I think I’ve run out of things to say about what I’ve been doing. It’s work. It’s never glamorous, but it’s been closer to the heart than anything I’ve done for a paycheck in a long time and for that, I have to give a Willy—Mo Pena size ‘thank you’ to my Indian brethren.
Thanks for reading.
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It's good to hear that this trip wasn't all for not.... This might be corny but I happy to hear you've taken somthing away from this.
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