I've been trying to get pictures of the group who will be supporting LA Times into my blog for the past two days. Finally, I found a way to do it. Here is a website that has the pictures. http://picasaweb.google.com/pnorman811. If you go to this site, you will see and hear the team. Honestly, I didn't prompt them to say nice things about me. Okay, maybe a little. The sound is a little faint. That's because I'm still learning how to use my camera.
I'm going to put up more albums, including a food one for Lynda. This will come slowly.
We've been struggling to get Citrix stabilized. It's up for today. Teena is teaching our room how to use ITSM. This is a ticketing system that we use to record all calls. The class is practicing now and getting to know all the in's and out's. The hardest factor will be to get user's names right, to select the correct caller. I'm sure our names sound as foreign as their names do to us.
Finally resolved our dispute with the landlord. He way overcharged me for April. We've been arguing for a week now. Today he came to get payment for KJ's room for April. I had the figure I wanted to pay and he accepted that. Avinash (the project manager from India) had primed him with the correct daily charge (after a LOT of discussion), so it was easy for me to get my way.
This transaction pointed out one of the hardest things for me to understand here. When we were getting to the correct figure, I asked if he agreed that this was correct. He did the head weave. I looked at Avinash and asked him if this was correct. He said yes. I have no idea wat the head weave means.
There are many things similar to US here and there are slight but signifigant differences to the sameness. There are huge, beautiful buildings, just like in the US. Right next door are people in an encampment, next to that a little row of shops, then something totally different. I guess the thing is that they have no zoning. How would you zone an encampment? How do you close a deal with a head weave? I'm beginning to understand things better and get around better. Watch out though. If I come home weaving my head, slap me.
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