Going backwards
When I moved to Brisbane from South Africa, I really expected to have left the 3rd world mentality behind me.
Well, I ‘ve got news for you!!!
The backwards third world mentality is alive and well in a Brisbane software company.
Day-in-day out there is always a push to increase productivity, reduce defects and minimize software development costs.
The company does a frigging excellent job at minimizing software costs by pretty much expecting – in a demanding kind of way – that you give the company 24/7 all the time.
Some of this partly to blame on the culture where the average worker has given businesses in Australia over $18 billion in unpaid overtime.
Fine – average workers are just idiots!!!
Last week, a woman CEO demanded that all developers use physical paper folders for all projects that they’re working on.
Wow.
That meant that gone are the Word requirement documents, the Excel spreadsheets that we email amongst ourselves, test cases that get dumped on the shared drives etc.
All this because she likes to touch/see the physical documents.
What a bitch!!!
How can a CEO of a “world leading” fashion software organization be so backwards. What makes things rather scary is that she’s in her early 40′s – not even an old fart yet.
Maybe it is the environment. The Sydney siders often say that “Brisbane is a big country town“
liewe 4k, het niemand jou al afgedank nie?
genugtig … jou woorde is net soos JY dit kan se
hoe gaanit, leef jy nog? al landsburger geword?
Die baas vroutjie dink sy weet alles en niemand kan haar iets vertel wat sy nie alreeds weet nie. Drie ouens het alreeds ‘n ander job gekry in die laste twee maande. Katvol vir al die gesukkle.
So yes mate, it took me a couple years to figure it out. I might be sitting on another rock but dodgy supervisors and management still make manage to piss one off daily – no change. Wiser I now know it is best to “abandon hope and embrace reality” – “there is an endless supply of loosers”…etc.
Met al die probleme, was dit nogtans ‘n gooie idee. Die paaie is goed, die busse en treins werk, die “girls” is mooi, ek dinge net daar los en volgende dag,week die goed is nog daar, kan die vensters van die kar oop los want ek hoef nie te “worry” nie want min goed word gesteel.
En ja, ek is al ‘n landsburger geword. Ek het probeer om my SA password te “renew”, maar na twee weke se gesukkel met die SA embassy se telephoon operator “doubly rolled-R’ed afrikaans and no understandable english” het ek dit gelos. Ongelooflik dat die SA embassy so werk in ‘n engels country!!! Na ‘n paar minute op die net, meeting ‘n maand later was ek ‘n aussie. My se gesukkel so my later kos toe ek my ma in kaapstad sien. FNB + SARB het my accounts including retirement account gevrees.
So now I say f**** SA.
Nice earing from you mate!!!