I got hired for a job in Costa Rica, under the system called “ingenieros Telefónica”, where people from Spain go to a Latin American country for 89 days and then come back home for a month, go back…
I’d initially been offered the Team Lead position, but it turned out that the Finance person, who had much more experience than I did, had Required and Requested that job: she would not accept the position unless she was Team Lead. I’d still be getting the same pay if I wasn’t, so I happily accepted (hey, less meetings for me!).
There were a lot of wrong things. She didn’t seem to know her General Ledger from her Cost Centers; she said “yes” to every single request from the customer (Finance? “Yes” as default answer? That’s like… like flying turtles, only rarer); she never fulfilled basic social obligations while complaining that two of us (Paul and me) would not go out get drunk with her; when I let the Maintenance guys into her room to do some preventive work (we were flatmates), I saw that she had a calendar on the wall with the details of her negotiation (
) including a salary which did not correspond to the experience she was supposed to have, with a “YAY, they’ve accepted!!!” beside it. We tried to point out diplomatically that she might need some help; the terms in which we were rebuffed weren’t particularly polite.
We were supposed to have a meeting at the Home Office in Christmas. It got cancelled, too late to cancel our hotel stays and change train tickets, oh well. First day back, Paul and I got in the lift together and he told me “I really don’t know why they’ve made us come, they could have fired us over the phone” “yeah.”
I’m introduced to a guy who’s “going to do Maintenance now”; I was doing Maintenance, so I reckon he’s my replacement.
Nope. He was my junior (the junior from hell, too, but that’s a different story). Someone had remarked on how the boss looked younger than her 35 years, the receptionist had overheard it and said “35 my ass, she’s 25”. “No way, she…” “She’s four days younger than me. I filed her government paperwork, I noticed!” She’d invented her experience, which explains both why she was so lost and why she thought a salary that would be highish for entry level would be OK for someone with 10 years’ experience…
