Saturday, 16 November 2013

I Am Here to Work, After All

I’ve let myself slip away from the blog lately and haven’t posted anything in the last couple weeks, but everything has been pretty routine lately. I haven’t done anything crazy exciting or adventurous the last couple weeks so I figure now is a good time to write a little about the work life I’ve experienced here thus far. My current role is part of the Internal Controls team, which is part of the Compliance group. There’s really not any technical finance or accounting work in this group which is what I’m used to, so it’s a big change of pace for me. It’s not known as a very glamorous part of the business and, quite honestly, I’m not entirely sure why it even falls under the finance function. But nevertheless, it does, and therefore is part of my development experience to get some exposure to this field. I will say though that if you’re going to be doing compliance work, Nigeria is a very fascinating place to be doing it. There are an insane amount of challenges in this business unit that I’m learning more about every day. I’ve already gotten to take place in a couple audits (both internal and external) and will actually be conducting a couple of my own audits in the next few weeks. I should get to take part in a few fraud investigations, which I think will be very interesting, and hopefully even travel to some of our platforms/rigs and see what it’s like out there. I am excited to be finally working in the upstream after two positions in the downstream, as this is upwards of 80% of where Chevron’s business is.

Working in Nigeria is challenging, to say the least. Everything just operates differently over here. Things take longer, you have to trace people four or five times, a simple email will rarely suffice, and for any relatively simple task you’ll usually have to add a couple illogical steps. I’m slowly learning that this is just the way things are and I have to be patient, but some situations still get the better of me and I find myself pulling my hair out wondering why it has to be so difficult. I won’t give too many examples, but in summary, it took about six weeks after my arrival to finally have all my initial office-move tasks completed. This includes things like having access to the right shared folders, getting my basic employee information into the new systems, getting my telephone set up with my information and for international calling, getting a local ATM card, and several other things. I spent my first two weeks almost entirely working out these issues and trying to get everything functioning properly before I could even really start digging into the work. Another example was the task of replacing one of my desktop monitors that was broken. The request was put in a month before I even arrived and was just delivered this past week, almost three months later. Luckily I had another to use in the meantime, but still three months is pretty ridiculous. House maintenance issues are a whole different story and entirely different headache. If you ever need to put in a maintenance request (which happens very, very often) you have to be absolutely explicit in what you want done and what tools will be required. Otherwise they’ll come out and look at the situation like 3 times before they even start working on it just assessing what needs to be done for a simple task. For instance, right now I’m trying to get a light bulb replaced on my front porch and the workorder has been outstanding for about 3 weeks. Preventative maintenance is nonexistent in Nigeria and applies to everything. Anywhere you go you see decrepit buildings and structures that are not cared for whatsoever, yet are somehow still in use. All maintenance is reactive here, as in nothing is done until something is broken, and that applies to everything.

The pace of work here is just very different than in the states. I’ve always known that the US is very driven and work-centered, but it’s hard to really grasp the differences until you experience a work environment like Nigeria, which is completely opposite. Much time at work is spent socializing, meetings rarely ever start on time or are well-organized, everything can be put off for another day or two, rarely anybody works past five and most people’s lunches range from an hour and a half to two hours; it’s just a whole different mindset. Productivity is rarely a priority and, as I’ve stated previously, logic never prevails. Another key thing I’ve already learned over here is how to be more stern with people. Many people here are always trying to push the work onto someone else. There have been a couple times I’ve been given the run-around by coworkers trying to say they’re not responsible for something and pushing me on to another person. After a couple endless loops determining nobody is going to take ownership I just had to finally say it’s enough and tell them somebody needs to get it done. In my past I’m well aware I’ve had a tendency to be more of a pushover when it comes to things like this; I’d have been more likely to just say forget it I’ll do it myself, but you can’t operate that way over here. Way too much work would fall into the laps of a few people. I do think this is helping my development quite a lot.

All this being said, there are some things about the Nigerian work style that I do appreciate. People are very direct with one another. Nobody is afraid to say what’s on their mind or shoot down bad ideas and it’s not considered offensive. I feel like so often in the US people try and sugarcoat everything or try and find a polite way to say something won’t work, myself included. It’s not really that way over here. People are blunt and direct, which I think is honestly the best way to go about business. Another thing that I find rather useful (but still get beyond frustrated in the moment) is how facetime is very valuable here. I mentioned how often times an email or phone call will not suffice and I have to physically walk over to someone’s desk and talk to them. I can sit there and see that they’re online, call them and get no response, then walk over and see they’re clearly at their desk. While this is no doubt frustrating, it also has its advantages.  In our current technological age we’re not used to having to actually talk to somebody. We always want a simple email or phone call to be the solution. However, business was not always conducted like this. There was a time when social interaction was necessary and we didn’t get to hide behind our computer screens, and I genuinely think there is something to be gained from that. I’ve found that I’ve already gotten to meet pretty much all my colleagues in a rather big finance group and was able to more quickly match up faces with the names. I’ve also noticed that having these relationships does, in fact, help my productivity as well. After talking with someone and getting to know them, even just a little bit, I’ve found them much more inclined to respond to my requests in a timely manner. I’ll have sent a request that’s been sitting in someone’s inbox for three days, but find once I just go talk to them for five minutes and explain the situation, it’s back in my own inbox within a couple hours. Relationships go a long way here, they really do.

I’ll close with this… I’ve found myself in a very unique situation here in regards to my timing. Without saying too much (because I’m not sure how much I’m allowed to), there was a recent round of layoffs that just went on here at CNL (Chevron Nigeria Limited). Well, not exactly layoffs per se, but what were called “Voluntary Severance Packages (VSPs),” in which the employees had the option to decline the packages. The business here is not in its best shape and costs have been skyrocketing lately, most of which are people costs. For a little background: all Chevron employees here below a certain pay grade are unionized, and have basically lobbied over the years to have some of the best employee packages in all of Chevron. Nigeria employees are some of the best, if not THE best, compensated employees in all of Chevron and the costs have simply become unsustainable. This is what has prompted the latest round of layoffs and some company-wide cost cutting initiatives. But, because they are unionized, there has been some unhappiness with the recent round of layoffs, despite having union approval beforehand and negotiating very generous packages for those offered VSPs. Over the last two weeks some of the unionized employees have been holding prayer sessions in front of the building in the morning and, I’m told, these are usually the early stages of a strike. Strikes have been very common here because of the unions and, I’m told, there are usually a couple each year. There hasn’t been one in the last year or so, but I think we are shaping up for one here pretty soon. I’m anxious to see how it all plays out and what it means for the rest of us as far as getting anything done. We shall see. 

Saturday, 2 November 2013

Busy Week on Camp

My last week back on camp has been quite busy and exciting. Tuesday was my usual basketball night, but we had a big group this week and ended up playing for over three hours, which was awesome. Thursday night I went over to another guy’s house on camp to help him pass out Halloween candy to trick-or-treating kids while drinking beer on his driveway with a few guys and rating the kids costumes by holding up signs as they all came by (they all got 10’s, we didn’t discriminate). This was followed by heading over to another coworker’s house for a rather small adult Halloween party. Friday started the weekend festivities by going on the Fat Boy Run (for more info on this, see my previous post: http://nigerianick.blogspot.com/2013/10/fat-boy-run.html) and then coming back to a disco party at a house on camp. They went all out for this with the decorations, music, food, and drinks. I guess you can say this was my first big camp party to attend and it did not disappoint. Those present were fellow coworkers all the way up to senior managers getting down on the dance floor and letting loose. It was quite the scene and went pretty late into the night. People here really know how to have a good time. Today I started by getting up in the morning to take my first tennis lesson. I think I mentioned in a previous post that everyone here plays tennis. There are three courts right across the street from me and several instructors that are here pretty much every day of the week for lessons. I had my first one set up for this morning and had a great time. Although, I forgot how exhausting tennis can be, especially in the heat of the day during dry season here. I had to run home and change shirts midway through because I was sweating so much and grab a towel. The instructor recommended I start playing doubles with the guys here on Wednesday evenings too, so I think I might begin that next week. I went to the gym and got in a quick workout after that, before heading out with some friends for lunch. We hit up this great Italian restaurant in Lagos that was by far the best food I’ve had here yet. It was absolutely phenomenal and was a much needed break from the guest house food I’ve been living off of. The restaurant was actually part of a hotel and looked out over the pool, and after sitting there for an hour watching everyone outside we decided to join in the fun. We went and grabbed a cabana after lunch and spent the next couple hours smoking hookah and just chilling by the pool. Not a bad Saturday afternoon in Africa… We followed this up with a quick trip to the grocery store and arrived back on camp just in time for the monthly Curry Club festivities of the evening. Tomorrow is the celebration of Diwali in the Indian culture, so in honor of that the Curry Club hosted a dinner event tonight. They catered fantastic Indian food and everyone brought a bottle of wine to contribute, which was flowing throughout the evening. Now, I’m back home for a quick nap before I get up at 2AM to watch the Aggies play. I honestly wasn’t going to watch the game this weekend because it’s only UTEP and, let’s be real, it’s going to be ugly… BUT the director of deepwater drilling here is an Aggie also and invited me over to his house to watch it with him. And if the director of deepwater drilling invited you over to his house at 2AM to drink beer and watch football, you DO NOT say no.

Here are some pics of this week's Fat Boy Run to break up my writing:


Cooking the food over the trash can grill you see on the right:


Beef suya and Star beer. My favorite Nigerian cuisine, but very spicy!


As you can tell I’ve had a pretty busy week here. This isn’t how they’ve all been for me, but they’re starting to shape up more and more like this from now on. I just looked at my calendar this week and realized I have activities booked almost every weekend during the month of November, plus all the sports and activities I’ve picked up now during the week. It’s sure helping time fly by though as I just realized I’m already a quarter of the way done with my time here – I’ve already been here almost a month and a half of my six month stint. It sure is going by quickly, but I have a lot to look forward to in the months ahead. I recently confirmed my Christmas plans to visit Munich, Germany and Vienna, Austria. I’ll be doing four days in Munich before heading to Vienna on the 23rd to spend Christmas there. I cannot wait. Also, one thing that’s come up that I think I’m most excited about is the Nigeria Oil and Gas Industry Games, or NOGIG. This event takes place once every two years in February and 2014 happens to be the on year. All the oil companies that operate in Nigeria get together for two consecutive weekends and basically have an Olympic-style competition with all sorts of events. The one I've been recruited to take part in is basketball. Some of the guys I play with on Tuesdays are influential in putting the team together and have asked me to join. They’re taking it pretty serious with twice a week practices –Tuesday evenings on camp and Saturday mornings off camp (which I’m not sure if I’ll be able to attend yet because it’s far into mainland Lagos). They have coaches and tryouts and everything. I’m told I have no need to worry about being on the team though because the guys who matter have already seen me play or played with me and, let’s just say, they’re content.  However, I did hear a rumor this week that there might be a criteria that you will have had to be working in Nigeria at least six months to be eligible to play in the games. If this is the case I’ll be very disappointed as I’m looking forward to this more than just about anything right now. I’m just going to keep this information on the hush unless I start hearing otherwise, but we’ll see how it plays out. It’d be nice to help Chevron bring back the gold this year haha. So far I've been the only white guy out there playing on Tuesdays and – that I’m aware of – is playing on the Chevron team. But, being around basketball my whole life, this is nothing I’m not used to; this time I’m just in Africa.

So I've noticed that I talk a lot about my social life over here, but I promise I do work here as well. I’ll devote much of another blog post to my work life soon, but for now I’ll just say this... I do find it much easier to work long hours over here than in the states. I've found myself most weeks working much more than 40 hours, but not really noticing. It’s not like it was in Southern California where I was going home to the beach every night and ready to leave right at 5. If I stay at work an extra hour or two here I’m just putting off working out, reading, or sitting around my house – nothing too special. But, it’s convenient that I haven’t minded because I've actually been very busy my first six weeks just getting up to speed on everything and taking the lead on certain projects that require a good deal of time and effort. I’ll go into detail on that next time, though.  

Tuesday, 29 October 2013

TIA: This is Africa

If you’ve seen the movie Blood Diamond then you might remember this quote from there. It’s quickly become my most common saying as I shrug off everything that happens over here. As everyone warned me, you just have to get used to a whole different style of living.

I took my first trip this past weekend since first arriving in Africa 5 weeks ago. I didn’t leave Nigeria, but traveled to the city of Calabar, located still along the coast, but far to the east. It was only about an hour plane ride, so imagine roughly the equivalent of Dallas to Houston. It was an amazing trip, besides the actual traveling part of the trip. Not surprisingly, we were delayed going both ways. The first leg we didn’t learn of until we arrived at the airport, but it was only about an hour – not too bad. On the return flight we ended up getting delayed about five hours, but luckily we learned this in the morning before leaving at the airport, so just got to spend more time at the hotel and not the airport. Thank goodness because the airport in Calabar was just about the jankiest thing I’ve ever seen. See some of my pictures below. Delays are completely common for traveling within Nigeria from what I’m told, if not even expected. However, international flights have a much better track record of being on time.

I will say the trip was a blast though. As soon as we began our descent into Calabar I could immediately tell how different our surroundings were. Calabar is much more of the jungle-type of Africa you expect and maybe see on TV. Coming in, everything around was so green and there were trees and forests everywhere. This is the complete opposite of Lagos, where I live, which is vastly, vastly overpopulated. It was nice to be out of the city, the insane traffic, and constant hubbub of people everywhere you go. Calabar was so much more laid back and peaceful. The name Calabar, we were told, is actually an acronym for “Come And Live And Be At Rest.” The name was quite fitting. Because of the anticipated delays in travel, the tour group purposely didn’t plan much for Friday or Sunday and pretty much packed everything into Saturday. Friday afternoon we just arrived at the hotel, got some food and drinks from the hotel bar, mingled, swam, and got to know each other. There were about 30-35 people on the trip altogether. I’d say it was about half couples and half younger bachelors/bachelorettes like myself looking for a neat experience. There was also one family with three kids that I actually hung out with a lot, as the kids kind of latched on to myself and a couple others. So there was a pretty good mix in the group and I got to know a lot of them quite well, having good conversations with all but a few. Several of us exchanged numbers by the end of the trip, so now I have a number of friends outside of Chevron in the area that should be fun to hang out with. Myself and my friend Kate were actually the only two Chevron people on the trip. I was a little surprised by that.

Anyways, Friday was a relaxing day. We had dinner served to us at the hotel and afterwards went out by the pool for some organized entertainment. There was a group brought in to perform for us a number of dances common to the Yoruba tribe, one of the four main African tribes common throughout Nigeria. I got some good photos and videos which I’ll share below. Saturday began very ominous as we woke up to a torrential downpour for several hours. This pushed back our departure from the hotel and threw off a lot of our plans that day. The guides spent a lot of time in the morning trying to rearrange the things throughout the day, as some sites had become inaccessible due to the heavy water and we’d have to wait for it to dry up. We ended up leaving the hotel an hour later than scheduled. The different sites we hit throughout the day consisted of:
  • Old Residency Museum – this sat high on a hill overlooking the delta and the inside told the history of the city, from the patterns of ancient trade to the slave trade up until present
  • Watt Market – currently a typical African market with hundreds of stalls and street vendors, but was once the very first slave trade market. We didn’t actually get to stop and shop here, which we were all very disappointed about. They just drove us through it.
  • Mary Slessor’s grave – a very important woman to the city of Calabar who founded a Presbyterian mission and was super influential in saving the lives of twins… yes, twins. People in Calabar used to actually believe that having twins was a curse and they would often take the babies into the forest and abandon them, likely to die. Mary Slessor, a white woman, came in and put an end to this and is now a key historical figure.
  • Drill Monkey rehabilitation center – we got to see rehabilitated drill monkeys and chimpanzees native to the forests here, which were awesome. One of the chimps actually threw his food over the fence and nailed me right in the shoulder when I wasn’t paying attention. Made for a good laugh. At least it wasn’t his poop. I got some good pictures below.
  • Cercopan – Center for Education, Research, and Conservation of Primates and Nature. Another place which housed many different kinds of monkeys and was really neat.
  • Slave History Museum – chronicled the entire history of the slave trade, which actually existed in some form in Africa before the Europeans and Americans came over and exacerbated it to what it’s known as today. I bought a book from this museum that the tour guide recommended and actually can’t wait to read it.

Those are the main things we saw throughout the day, but also had several other random stops and little things along the way. We were all crammed into a bus as we drive around town with a tour guide on board pointing stuff out. It was very strange to be driving through their villages and markets on a bus full of mostly white people taking pictures and stuff. Calabar is known for being a tourist attraction and the people are also very friendly, but it definitely still felt a little odd. The bus we were riding on was super shady and was making strange noises all day. At one point, it did actually break down and refuse to start up for a while. This was hysterical because we were right in the heart of one of the villages we passed through. We all had to pile out and push the bus out of the road a bit until it would start up again. TIA. It was funny because once all the villagers saw us start piling out of the bus they began flocking out to us to see what was happening and why all these white people were there. It was entertaining. I got a few good pictures of us pushing the bus though.

I got very accustomed to being hot and nasty on this trip. It’s getting into the dead heat of dry season here in Africa and our bus had minimal air conditioning. I was constantly sweating the whole trip and just learned to live with it. I’ve definitely learned not to assume or expect anything over here and that the simple things I take for granted back home are, in fact, luxuries here. The airport lounge in Calabar was not air conditioned among many other places, my hotel bathroom had no light, and the mattresses were rock hard. But hey, it’s all part of the experience, right? I will say though, the most frustrating thing about the whole trip was the food situation on Saturday. This was mostly annoying because many of us felt it could have easily been prevented with a little communication. Essentially, we were never told when lunch was going to occur, so none of us planned ahead and brought much food. It got to about 1:00 and we started getting hungry, but it seemed there was much more on the agenda before lunch. It took a bit before somebody finally asked and we were told lunch would be at 3:00. Mind you, this is after a 7:30 AM breakfast, so that’s a long time to wait. So once we arrived at our restaurant at 3:00 all starving and ready to eat, it still took another hour and fifteen minutes at least until the food started coming out. And when it did come out, it came one plate a time, about five minutes apart. The ladies all ate first, and I didn’t even get my plate of dinner till right about 5:00. That’s a long time to wait to eat. Now, to be fair, as soon as we got there at 3:00 I started to fill my belly with beer to hold me over, but I was still plenty hungry when that plate came in front of me. Hungry enough to have my first experience eating a fish served whole. They told us we were getting fish and chips, so I just assumed we were getting an Engish style meal… nope. See my pictures below. I don’t think I ever thought I’d do this, but I was so hungry at this point and it was all they were serving. To my surprise, it was actually really good. You just peel back the skin and dig in, picking the meat off all the small fish bones. And the fries, yeah they’re actually yams, but who’s keeping track.

While I say the trip was overall a success, I still felt it was somewhat poorly planned, despite being hosted by a tourism service. We weren’t kept very informed, they expected us to just know things somehow, and didn’t really seem to have everything thought out in advance. An example would be the bus from the airport when we first arrived. Not everyone fit on the bus and some of us had to wait for a “second” bus, which was actually just the first bus taking everyone to the hotel and coming back for us. It was about a forty minute round trip, while we stood outside in the heat. My thought is just like, they knew exactly how many people were coming on the trip, so they should have known this bus with a certain amount of seats wasn’t going to be big enough. It was the one and only bus they had reserved for us the entire weekend, so they also had to call an audible the next day when we, of course, didn’t fit again and had to rent another bus last minute. It’s little things this that kept happening all weekend that remind you you’re traveling in Nigeria. People kept telling me throughout the weekend that the difference is very obvious when you go on a trip planned by locals versus expats, and I totally believe it.


All in all, great trip though and I really can’t complain. It was awesome to get out of Lagos and see another part of Africa. But honestly, I think my favorite part might have been getting to know the other people on the trip. We had all sorts of unique professions represented from all different countries of the world. I was truly inspired just by the amount of intelligence and diversity I encountered; I had very educational, fascinating conversations and learned a lot from everyone. There were two people in particular – one a “Conflict Advisor” for the UN and the other a “Commercial Attache” for the Austrian Embassy – who I found very interesting and insightful. They were both only about five years older than me and had some really neat stuff to share. I’m inspired to read more and beef up my own knowledge on different subjects so I can hopefully sound intelligent to people as well. Don’t get me wrong, I can carry my own in a conversation, but I just still feel too young and naïve. One of my favorite professors/mentors in college told us one time that the 3 best ways to gain wisdom are by reading, traveling, and suffering. I’m really starting to believe that. 

A few pictures of the airport in Calabar:



 The group eating our first meal at the hotel:

Our Friday evening entertainment:




 Old Residency Museum, first stop on Saturday:


Random images throughout the day of our bus, villages, and a makeshift soccer field:


















Us pushing the bus and then walking uphill after it:



Monkeys!











And lastly, my marvelous fish lunch at Tortuga Island (at 5PM)!