work environment

Here is how things happened where I worked. CYA (cover your ass) and don’t expect anyone to ever admit a mistake. They would rather lose a finger than do that. Which eventually explains a lot about the state of affairs in this part of the world.

One of the reasons why I wanted to work in the middle east is because I was told the work environment here is very casual, very laid back and my off hours are my own. This is still essentially true. The only problem is that one can still be jerk in a casual work environment. Since I work in IT being a jerk just compounds everyone’s misery, and since I am in idealist that believes in the Golden Rule, that affects me even more. As a result of my experience here, I don’t believe in the Golden Rule as much as I used to. That is not to say that I have lost my ideals, I am just not as willing to give others the same kind of leeway as I used to unless I see that they are similar to me.

It started out like this. We will call him V (as in Vendetta which he seemed to have). He is one of the most sarcastic and arrogant people I have every met. I never knew someone could be as sarcastic as this V (for Vendetta), but he sure did let me have it. I am not sure what was going on in his head, but he smoked like a chimney, his breath was constantly of cigarettes, his lips were purple, and on top of that he thought he was Mr. Wonderful. He was actually Mr. V (for Vendetta).

He gave me a programming task which I knew was not done efficiently, so after analyzing his problem, I told him that I could reduce the development time from 9 days to 3 days by changing how it is coded. He said great, and he told me to get it done. He then comes back and says that I could get it done in one work day if I work the weekend. So the fool that I was I did it (more about why I accepted later). I spent 36 hours straight writing the code and another 5 hours testing it thoroughly. That would be 41 hours. Overtime was … DENIED…. On top of that I had to come into work on time after the weekend. That was my first taste of dealing with V (for Vendetta) and that lasted for almost 3 years. In another instance he came to my desk demanding an explanation for some code, and he was kicking the ground as he was doing it like one of those bulls in a bull-fight. I had to tell him to leave my desk. In another instance the wonderful V was giving me the wrong formulas for my work! I started cursing him in the boss’s office. Man that felt good! But that was a mistake.

I had another coworker. We will call him F (F for faggot farthead Farsi). This guy was shorter than me, I am only 5’9”, but he had the ego of Napoleon. Every few weeks was a threat from him, he would say things like “You still work here?” or “You’re a contractor, you could go at anytime”, and then I would work like greased lightning. I suppose it did the job for what he wanted, but then finally I had an epiphany. After all the hard work, and working overtime, and extra effort, and acceptance of their threats, and abuse for almost 3 years mind you, they were going to release me. I couldn’t accept that. Nothing in me could accept that. Which is when I realized I was being played for a fool by the various people whom I reported to. Sure others had it worse, but I couldn’t accept the fact that I had played the games by the rules they wanted and I accepted whatever they gave me out of hope that things would get better if I just remained patient. They were going to release me! My mind was racing… ‘Hey F, didn’t I take whatever you could give?! Why did you abuse me all this time?! Hey V what did you want from me?!’

They put my on assignment in a different group, where I saw the opportunity for my own survival. I hurried up and made a fabulous demo showcasing my computer skills, and I made everyone look good, all in record time by working nights and weekends to get this demo. The result was a demo showcasing crude oil data in a report that looked very similar to a word document. After the demo I had made the case to be transferred over to this new group. They did, but I had to stab my soon to be former boss in the back to do it. I hated myself for it, but I hated all of them for what they did to me. This was the first time I have ever back-stabbed anyone, and in my defense, I did it because I wanted to keep my job. Otherwise if I played the nice guy I would have been back to America 4 years earlier.

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