Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Feels like sharing... or at least for me. Today I have been a little reflexive even before getting to the office.
My morning routine to get to work is wake up (obviously he-he)... dress up, take a bowl of cereal (or other type of breakfast, but today I had some cereal with oat flakes) and sit to watch bits of the sunrise. Then I remember I have to catch the train and start running all over... Ha ha ha!
And I start having a thought or two about how important is my work... Obviously there is people who can take my duties but then I remembered a funny story my mom used to tell me ever couple of weeks about the role of everything in the human body.
The joke (or story) is:
Once upon a time, the organs and other part of the body start having a discussion about which of all is the most important. The heart, of course, was the first to jump saying ‘I alone... I am the one that makes the blood move through the body, moving the oxygen to every since spot in the body.’
As soon as the heart ended his dialog, the kidney said in a lower tone... ‘Hell no... If I don’t clean up the blood you will be stocked on junk and start failing... That makes me the more important part inh the body’There was a silent for two seconds when the lungs start screaming ‘you are two morons! I am the king in this castle!!!! If I don’t move there is no oxygen in the blood and you two start failing!’
The brain a little bit pissed off yelled ‘SILENCE!!!!!!!!!!!! I... and no one else... I am the most important! Because I made this symphony work! If I don’t tell the lungs to move, the heart to beat and the kidney to clean then nothing work!!’
Every organ in the body stood silent... but then the ass start laughing saying... ‘I am going to prove you all who matter the most!’... The brain, lungs, kidney and heart start laughing saying ‘Come on ass! You are not at all the most important part of the body... shut up!’
And the ass did what other commanded... shuts up for three weeks leaving the crap in and nothing out... At the third week, the brain was collapsed with massive headaches. The heart was nearly attacked; lungs and kidney didn’t know what to do anymore. And then, the ass spoke... ‘Am I important or not? Cause I can 'shut up' for three other weeks!’.
Every other organ admitted that the ass is the most important part of the human body.
So... why did I come up with this story? Because that man was saying that his job was even more important than public transport itself... My first thought at the moment was ‘wow, that guy should be extremely important... But wait... if he is using the train means he doesn’t have car or doesn’t like to bring it to work... wait if public transport stop working... how the hell people gets to work?’ getting to one marvellous conclusion, public transport is the blood in our cities bodies and once more, if ever single piece stop working the right way, everything will collapsed as the ass showed to others :P
Some time people just don’t give enough credit to others works.
Then I looked through the window... My stop was near, so I stood up saying a big ‘thank you’ to the bus driver waving my hand, which smiled happily back at me and sort of satisfied by the appreciation gesture.
I have made something so little (saying thank you and being nice) and yet, meant much to someone that barely knows me at all.
Till next post.
This post might not make sense at all if you are not in software development... But today ended one sprint of the software I am involved with, and it was kind of satisfactory somehow.
Why you may say?
I can begin with the fact that these last two weeks I have been understanding more the product I am working on, but the real factor was that I start feeling productive again; not as near as I was used to in Venezuela but as close to quality software development can be. Even since I started working here I was involved in different software development methodologies which have made me to learn a whole bunch of new things. Cool things!
But these last two weeks I was able to start writing my own code without doing several stuffs out of company’s standard development procedures, it just feels great.
If you are moving to Australia, and still feel that something is not right at work... Don’t worry that much, what’s really important is that you start giving those baby steps... Learn how to work again. I am starting to know I have learned one more lesson of life (tidy related to never surrender or keep walking).
Till next post.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Maybe you don’t quite understand the title of this post but I will explain it shortly. But to get to that, I must tell you first that I am working!...At this point I am sure you have read my previous post, titled ‘Christmas present or Channukah miracle’ were I was mentioning that I found a job just at the moment I was starting to lose my temper (But I got to admit, for me it was pretty much easy as I just had few interviews before being accepted).The real thing was I was addressed to start working from January 4th, 2010. So I had a bit of resting before starting my duties. And so, I started this year with a series of inductions about to things get done around here... Not much to talk about and I am certainly not going to talk about the insights of my work, but I funny thing (for you, not for me) happened yesterday at the end of my journey. I was heading to the exit of the building, minded in my brand new book “Agile – principles, patterns and principles...” (if you aren’t from IT... is NOT a sporty book, so don’t ask) and I jumped in the bus to then take the train to my home. As the reading went on and trying to get mentally compiling the code of the book pages... fighting with the authors of the book trying to get into my mind a simplistic yet powerful thought that I tried several times to sell (in idea) to director or project managers of one of my clients. In the heat of the fight with me virtually writing the code with the authors I started noticing a faint voice coming from the front of the bus; which shortly after a few moments when from low to a more louder sound till hit me quite strong
“SR!!! LAST STOP! YOU NEED TO DROP OFF NOW!”
I looked around trying to identify the place and then I thought “this is not Macquarie Centre! Were the bloody hell am I???” I looked to the driver lady saying ‘I am supposed to drop off at Macquarie Centre... How do I get there from here?’ and she looked immobile and unbreakable... Just opened her mouth to say ‘Boy... you are quite far from Macquarie at all... You are at the moment at Denistone East and you better go off this bus as is out of service from this point on... You can wait the bus at the other side of the road to go back to Macquarie if you want (16 – 18 bus stops overdue from here)... The bus will be here in an hour or so. Bye!’ closing the bus’ door and leaving me there, feeling lonely and lost.
In Venezuela there is a common saying when someone is hopeless lost... Being as ‘lost as Lindbergh’s son’. My first thought was, ‘let’s take a look to the bus timetable’ just to realise the bus I was supposed to take was the very last for that day and the zone is just a small residential area with big trees closing my view to any direction I could try to. Then I pulled out my cell phone, dial my wife number to hear a lovely voice saying ‘hi there... you don’t have no money to call, browse internet or anything else... if you want to recharge your phone this is pretty much the time now!’I looked everywhere, no store near... The Lindbergh’s son feeling as on as ever before... I had to calmed down a bit, take several deep breaths then feel a bit relief when the bus appears at the very end of the road. Jumped back into the bus with my eyes wide open just in case I went right by the train station again...
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