So I feel like das fool. I’ve been at the new factory a few weeks. It seemed OK but the guy that interviewed me is never there and the verbal cheques that were written out in the interview are unable to be cashed. When I say he isn’t there I mean he is but not there for me. Actively avoided from the get go. Was it something I said? So I am kind of sat down in an arbitrary location on the shop floor but from there I can see how it stacks up and I don’t like what I see.
At the top is a honky. Immediately below him is a local chick. Nothing wrong with that is there? It is Hong Kong FFS. She has a v close but inexperienced local friend who is her right hand man if you will. Now on a par with or even slightly below is a vastly experienced but seemingly frustrated western chap. He seems somewhat distant but conscientious and is aligned with all the other western men. The local chick and he do not, how would do say…get along. So the fault lines are clear and I wonder why. The chick seems fine but all the men seem to roll their eyes at the mention of her name. She has a siege mentality and is nice to me but maybe she needs allies. There is a reason why she is unpopular and I have yet to find out but I have a horrible feeling I will sooner or later. So this tier of leadership sits above, that’s right kids, above cheap local labour! But of course. So I am kind of where I was but with added white folks. I’m off – life is too short. Get the yanks on the horn pronto…