February 5, 2011

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The Office


For a change, I'm going to try and get straight to the point this time. Of late, I seem to be having quite a bit of spare time at the office, and this has given me an opportunity to make a few observations and notice a few things that I normally wouldn't have. Again, for the sake of convenience and out of lunch-induced laziness, I will resort to fictional conversations.

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Conversation with the Logistics department at office
Me: I need to ship some equipment to Germany.
Male Voice on the Phone: Submit a letter in the attached format and then, raise a Shipment Request.
Me: No problem. I will send you the letter immediately. 
MVP: Your manager will have to approve of this request first, Sir. After that, the request will be directed automatically to me.
Me: That's great. So I can expect the shipment to be initiated today?
MVP: Haha. Sorry, I meant Yes.

Elephant's gestation period later
MVP: Good news Sir. Your manager just approved the request. The bad news is that your request was not in the approved format. I knew this all along, but I could inform you only once your manager had approved.
Me: That's very kind of you Sir. Can you please tell me what has to be changed?
MVP: The letter has to be on the company letterhead Sir. It also has to be drafted by the receiver of the equipment, not the sender. The letter has to be signed, scanned and sent to me.
Me: Won't a digital signature be sufficient?
MVP: No Sir, we like to do things the way our ancestors did.
Me: Would you like a sample of the receiver's cheek cells or his thumb impression, then?
MVP: Until a few years back, we did require a valid thumb impression, but the process has been suitably modified since then.
Me: Lucky me. Out of curiosity, does the letter have to be notarized by a government officer?
MVP: Don't be silly, Sir. We wouldn't want to burden you engineers with that sort of paperwork.
Me: Alright then, I will arrange for said letter

A few days later
MVP: Hello Sir.
Me: What's up hombre?
MVP: We need some more documents, Sir.
Me: Really? What documents?
MVP: Generally Sir, Process dictates that the documents you don't have are of the utmost importance to us.
Me: What Process?
MVP: Process, Sir. A sequence of redundancies designed to ensure that chimpanzee foetuses couldn't make a mistake.
Me: I understand. After all, where would we all be without process?
MVP: Yes Sir, our profits would be marginal, our wallets would be empty, our tables without food, our fields barren, our women infertile, and our beer flat without Process.
Me(phone muted): Were your parents cousins?
Me(phone unmuted): MVP, this is taking up a lot of my time. I don't have any more documents. Please initiate the shipment immediately.
MVP: I will try my best, Sir. But I just hope my manager doesn't come across this gross violation of the Process.
Me: I hope so too. When can I hand over the equipment to the logistics guys?
MVP: Don't worry Sir, we will send them to your cubicle; you must be very busy.
Me: Really, it's no problem. I can get back to blogging later. Where can I meet these logistics guys?
MVP: Upper basement, Logistics room. Bring a hard copy of the approved Shipment Request.
Me: But, don't you have a copy in your database?
MVP: We do, Sir, but studies have shown that soft-copies are usually not very reliable. What if the hard disk gets corrupt or all the servers crash simultaneously because of an unexpected flash-flood or the file itself is modified by someone who wants to destroy my reputation? What if I run out of space on my system, and I'm forced to delete it to clear some memory? And then if, God forbid, my department was to be audited, what would I tell them? What would I show them? What is the proof that I'm not just another sex offender with an office fetish?
Me: I get it. You need a hard copy. I will be at your desk in a minute.
MVP: Ok.
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So, armed with the necessary "hard copies" I head out to meet MVP. On the way to the lift, I notice a group of people, in a room that has obviously exceeded its capacity. Language trainings are on in full swing; the teacher is Indian, the language is German but the students would probably be better served by a crash course in spoken English. Ironically though, this room is probably the only place on campus where everybody tries to speak the same language. However, this overwhelming desire to study "foreign" languages still baffles scientists all over the world, who have tentatively attributed it to the 1EUR>=60INR phenomenon. Confused enough already, I stagger into the 4th floor lift and press "Basement" and, since expecting the lift to go directly to the Basement without stopping at every floor would be like expecting to find chicken momos in an Iyengar Bakery, it comes as no surprise to me when the lift opens on the third floor. What I did not expect, however, was the binary IQ of the gentleman who got in, and promptly got out on the second floor. Resisting the urge to peel his skin and feed it to imaginary vultures, I continue down to the basement. Once there, I search feverishly for the Logistics Room and, as I look around, I see several small groups of people, all in uniform, gathered for a headcount, and reporting to a supervisor. The cleaning staff are asked to explain why the building is not clean enough, the security guys are asked to explain why the premises are not secure enough and the coffee-machine maintenance guys are asked to explain why the milk has become curd. As I look closer, I come to the surprisingly profound conclusion that all of us in The Office have been in uniform for roughly the same fraction of our lives. The maintenance staff will probably spend a majority of their adult life in uniform, having spent their childhood in "coloured clothes"; most of us spent our childhood in uniform, and as our reward, we now wear "coloured clothes" to work. The only difference being that their uniforms are generally coupled with an awful looking cap/headgear of some sort. Looks like our education system does provide equal opportunity, after all.

Eventually, I manage to locate the Logistics room, and as I prepare to hand over the equipment to the guys there, they laugh and bring me a register that reads "Shipment Records". By now, I'm losing my patience quicker than Suresh Kalmadi is losing his credibility, but I restrain myself and fill in the register. However, this is no simple task, as my Name, Department, Employee ID, star sign, birthstone, choice of toothpaste and Skype ID all constitute "mandatory" information, apparently. With the register filled and my patience exhausted, I hand over the items for shipment and heave a sigh of relief. Satisfied with a good day's work, I head back to my cubicle.

Back at my desk, Ctrl+Alt+Del. A message pops up: "Your password will expire today. Do you want to change your password?" I look around desperately for the "No, moth******er" option and since no such thing is available, the next best option is a simple "No". My PC, however is in no mood to relent and prompts me again: "It is recommended that you change your password as frequently as a baby's diaper". "What's the harm?", I think to myself and agree to change the password. I enter my old password and I'm then prompted to enter a new one. mathewsajiv is my first choice, but it is rejected immediately, since I have not paid attention to the following guidelines: 

  • Password must be alphanumeric
  • Password must not contain your name, in part, or the whole
  • Password should contain at least three special characters, upto four lowercase letters, exactly four numeric and upto two uppercase letters 
  • Password must be at least thirteen characters long(and fifteen characters, at most)
  • New password cannot be the same as any other password you have used since World War II 
  • Statutory Warning: After three unsuccessful attempts, your computer will be locked. If you have forgotten the password, please enter an alternate email ID and guess Shahid Afridi's age correctly. The password will then be sent to your alternate email ID.

Against all odds, I am able to change my password, in a procedure that has become slightly more complex than a coronary bypass. My PC is now unlocked and the Inbox is flooded with mails. I will read them all, in no particular order or hurry. It has been another fulfilling day at the office. Tomorrow, I will be back for more.

[Update]: When I said that my "Inbox is flooded with mails", this is what I meant. 

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10 comments:

  1. lol!!! good one bro!!! specially chicken momos and iyengari..i think you had shesh in mind when you wrote this:P:P

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  2. Hahaha.. no wonder you have so much time to blog :P And the password circus is the same for me... It's insane! I remember when each and every email account/everything else of mine had just one singular password: leonardo (post-Titanic password selection was super-easy! I mean, what else could it be) I hate technology.

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  3. its just amazing that u could make one small shipment thing into an article...well just to remind u abt a potential topic for ur future posts..the attendance tracking:)...
    Dont get personal with the iyengaris..u aren spared for this!!mind u!!
    Had a really good laugh with this one..goood job baaaaaa!!

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  4. There's an Iyengar bakery near my place that makes and sells egg puff :P chicken momos ain't far then, yeah?

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  5. Iyengar bakery thing was too good sajiv... :)

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  6. Milk turning to curd - does it link to some other story as wel? :)

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  7. This is by far the funniest blog you ever wrote, I guess. Nice one dude.

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  8. Every time i read this i burst into laughter:P:P

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  9. ultra jobless, so I thought I'd reply to the comments...finally.

    balti, i think ur the only one who has commented twice on a single post...expect a call from Manmohan Singh..

    ulfet: leonardo or Leonardo1234$ ?

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  10. a thousand apologies to all iyengars and all bakers..lets call a truce by eating apple cake at any Iyengar Bakery...

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