Tuesday, September 23 2008

Made in China

Georges (Clooney) était en moi ce matin.

Hier soir, en tentant d’accéder au proxy de mon bureau pour pouvoir visiter des sites web normalement gentiment reconduit à la frontières par le Great Fire Wall (oh que c’est mal), j’obtiens une inquiétante fin de non-recevoir.

J’ai dis inquiétante ? Cela le devient d’autant plus quand mes tentatives d’accès à distance au réseau de l’entreprise se soldent par un mutisme des plus total.

Je n’en dors pas moins des plus profondément, d’un sommeil sans rêve, dont j’ai le secret.

Au matin (que dis-je : à l’aube), au bureau, le constat est sans appel : le serveur Linux qui nous sert de routeur a rendu l’âme.

Toutes mes tentatives de réanimation sont sans effets. Le bougre semble sans vie (seuls quelques tressautements sur l’électro, faisant probablement échos à mes massages).

L’autopsie me parait inévitable (aucun signe apparent de maltraitance). Le malheureux semble certes mal entretenu (ce n’est pas le trop plein d’hygiène qui l’a étouffé), mais tous semble être à sa place.

Ah, à y regarder de plus prêt … mais … oui, voilà ! Ici, là-même où l’air devrait circuler pour refroidir le bonhomme brassant sans relâche à longueur de journée des paquets de données qui, sans lui, seraient bien incapables de retrouver leur chemin dans les limbes du réseau (oui, oui quand même, c’est la Chine ici), là-même donc, un tendon avait lâché.   Le poumon n’alimentant plus le cerveau, un mécanisme de survie lui commande de s’évanouir. La nature est bien faite. Mais la nature, en Chine, est fragile. Si, si.

Ah bah, y-a qu’a regarder mon bon monsieur, le même ostrogoth de la famille Intel s’en sort mieux que feu notre ami made in China.
(Nous omettrons ici de parler de la localisation des usines de fabrication d’Intel, qui mettrait à mal toute ma théorie)

Oui, enfin, n’allons pas si vite en besogne, ne l’enterrons pas sans une dernière tentative de retour à la vie.

La main tremblante (trop plein de café, et pas d’émotion, n’exagérons rien tout de même), je me lance dans une opération de transplantation/greffe des plus délicates (venant de deux lignées différentes, la compatibilité n’est pas garantie).

Au moment de relancer le cœur (oui, oui, il n’en a qu’un, ce n’est qu’un routeur bon sang !), le doute m’assaille : à jouer les Dr. Frankenstein ne risquerais-je pas de créer un monstre ?

Mais il est déjà trop tard, la bête reprend vie.

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Thursday, June 26 2008

Shanghai entry-exit inspection and quarantine bureau

Lovely name.
To switch from my business visa (F) to a more official working visa (Z), I needed a prior check-up.

It is amazingly well organized. And it works pretty good.

First you have to book. Good thing that avoids huge queue.
When I reached the place there was a mini-crowd of people clustered around the receptionist. I guess that's the register point. A wild guess.

It was just half messy. Half because there were just half Shanghainese. The other half were Japanese, Korean and some westerners as well. So I just queued up behind a Japanese girl expecting her to nicely make her hole in the semi-mess. I was right (always follow the Japanese !).

And there it begun !

"You can go in room 116, and fill up this form please"
The form ... all the pertinent questions and this one : "Have had been involved in a marriage relation ?" Sorry ? Oh, am I married ?
Then wait for your number (about 10min, fine).

Then you go in a little room. They fill up the same form on a computer. And warn you "we are now going to take a picture of you", but it is already done. So this obviously funny picture is now going to follow you during the whole ... experiment.

You can now go to room "1,0,0" (100)
Changing clothes for a super trendy hospital dress.
Measuring height and weight in the role.

You can now go to room "1,1,0" (110)
Taking blood samples. They are doing hundreds of people a day there ... I feel like a cow, or a sheep.

You can now go to room "1,1,6" (116)
Ultrasonic stuff. The lady confirmed that all was in the place it was suppose to be.

You can now go to room "1,0,6" (106)
Kind of feel in 1984 (the book, not the year). All wearing the same clothes, facing the doctors in super neat rooms.

So anyway, it kept going like that for 6 more rooms.
One was funny. You lie down and the clip some device on your arm and your ankle. Then some suction pad on the chest.
Felt like in a E.R. episode !!

After a while : "good to go"
Let's get out of that crazy place !

Sunday, March 30 2008

1st week at work

Yes, this was my first week.

Not really over busy, but I can see the amount of work coming. Huge.
People are nice, even if my Chinese team is not super talkative (I'd like to add "yet").

It is clear that Paris and Shanghai do not understand each other.
We will see if my communication skill worth something is that particular scenario.

By the end of next week, I will be back in Paris. After exactly two months away.
Not much, that is true. But I know that I will enjoy few things back there. Like ... probably wine every single day (yes, yes, I can do that).

But let's go back to my working environment. About my first day :

The last interview I had, we talked about the working hours. I just mention that I am not familiar with the traffic during rush hours so I might be a bit late the first day. Or not. He told me that people arrive by 9 something, but are definitely there at 9:30. OK. But considering it is my first day, I can arrive at 10, no one will blame me. OK good.

Those of you that know me a bit, know that even I say I might be a bit late, I am on time. So I was there at 9:20, a bit stress by the idea of being the last one.
The office was empty. Like ... really empty. First I thought they went to a Café or something (ya, cannot be a Café I know) for a Monday global meeting. So I called my boss. No answer. Then I thought about a joke. Something like a welcome joke. But ... 9:40 still no one.
They arrived by 9:45 or so, and my boss by 10. Hey, you know, it is Eastern Monday, "they" know there won't be anyone in France anyway ...
OK, OK. But next day was the same ... maybe a little bit earlier. So in fact, no one before 9:30.

But since my boss went back to France, where he belongs, I'm the boss there. So, I guess I have to be there before them, and left after them.
I'll talk about them later, but somehow, they are "funny".

Friday, I finally get into my new office. My own little office. So I will be able to set my own little temperature. Believe me, this is going to be important. Oh, and maybe this can save me from the noodles smell after noon.
The good thing is also that it seems to be forbidden to smoke in the office space. Which is good. Considering we are in China and that people smoke everywhere.

Enjoy your non smoking restaurant my dear fellow in France.

Monday, March 17 2008

A new job

It was under negotiation process for few weeks now, but it is official now : I'm gonna start my new job on Monday.
A week of introduction in Shanghai, then a short time in Paris for the same purpose, but to know the people on the other side.
Well, as you've probably guessed by now, it is a French company. I'll be managing quite a big team, of Chinese ! It will be something.
Fun will start now.

Friday, February 1 2008

Jobless

After leaving the house, it is time to leave the job.
No emotion in that. Not much.
I don't know next time I will be able to say : "I'm going to the office".
We will see after Chinese New Year.