Protocol Impossible

I don't mean to sound like a Nazi or someone who's lost ground but despite the fact that work has been kind to me lately and has given me more time to chat with Craig, I was given a task that made me wanna just be a character in a video game where I could just shoot Moby million times and he won't die. Yes, I do NOT like hurting people but at times, multiple kills knowing the person's not gonna die seems the very best thing to do, especially if you have a boss who don't know what he's doing.

So, I was asked to come up with a protocol. Protocol that involves UPS, USB port, serial ports, generators and a huge ass server. Now, you've got two 5000W generators and one 2000W generator. The whole objective was to come up with a flow chart on what we should do if there's a powercut. The huge ass server is quite vulnerable and fuses are not friendly with the word 'off' and 'on', used spontaenously and simultaneously within a short range of time between them. So, I had to deal with abbreviations.

To make things worse, this is Burmese mentality at work. Burmese people are friggin smart. They're smart cookies and they can absorb more than spongebob in a caffeine pool. However, because of this hierarchy issue, they would normally just shut up and not try harder to explain things. Since big boss, Moby, was oversea, my Boss was in charge. Boss explained her side of the story but that was totally different to what I was told. So, I went and asked those people who told her. Yes, I was right. They nodded their heads to everything Boss had assumed. The hierarchy theory. You see.. in Burma, you have one big international boss and you have an apple polishing two faced sucking up evil manager. This manager is one evil man because he's Burmese and he would always report good shit to the non-Burmese-speaking boss but he would bargain as much work he can get from the people below him. Doable or not, he would agree to impress the shit outta his boss but he would never give a shit about any feedbacks from those who work under him. Whenever his boss asks for feedback, he would do the whole 'everything's fine' face. It's like a pimp who would smile at his clients no matter how much the prostitutes are dying of fatigue from sex overdrive. So, with this mentality, Burmese staffs don't say shit. They just assumed everything is understood.

When you sum it all up, I played the role of the brothel keeper, but the type who cares about every single details about how his hookers are doing. I was asked to jump onto this protocol out of nowhere and I was thrown with abbreviations. Seriously, aren't they supposed to make things easier. What is the possibility of finding ease in using UPS and USB in the same sentence, when one is a cable port and one is an energy storing device? And not to mention, work under a big boss who don't know shit. First day of month at work (yes, my blogs are normally one day late anyways) and I got myself into a huge spiderweb of babel-related-abbreviations-used-with-a-numbnut-boss issues.

All was fine. And I have to say I'm proud to have done it while my other big boss, whose name resembles that of a toy played in the 90's with a string and circular rollers, was in the same room as me and while talking with Craig about Neighbours (the aussie tv series), my lawyer, his grandfater, Desperate Housewives and healthy diets; yep, conversations with Craig never fade into a huge pit of boredom. This fine day at work was followed by a gym full of trainers command-raping me with repititions of exercises I thought I could've done easy but due to lack of gymming in the past few weeks, every movement of my muscles hurt the shit outta me. Ah well, it's at least to get a better body anyways so it's cool.