You never know when…

One day in June 1983 someone manually entered some incorrect data.  It was probably entered by a civil servant sitting in Washington, D.C.  The person was probably a clerk manually entering document after document into a mainframe, inadvertantly typing in wrong information.  The person has probably long since retired.  Perhaps they have passed on.  One thing is sure–the data would have had to have been entered in manually by someone reviewing a paper document.  The data remained buried, unused for 22 years.  The original document has long since been archived, decaying in some storage warehouse, and until today, the data entered sat archived in some mainframe’s memory, waiting to be accessed.  It might never have mattered.  Today, it mattered.  Today, when I pulled up the data that could have really helped someone, I found out that it was incorrect.  It was critical to this person’s case.  Instead, the data cast a big shadow of uncertainty on what should have been an easy answer.  Someone I tried to help today left without an answer, unsure of what will happen to them.  Perhaps the erroneous data won’t matter.  Perhaps it will.  There may be another way to answer that person’s question.  It amazes me that one small typo made in 1983 came back to haunt someone in the year 2005.  It definitely highlights the value of accurate data, no matter how boring data entry is.  It may be boring, but it is certainly not a mindless job.

Sometimes things are just plain blah

Sick with fever and chills.  Temperatures in the high 80’s with high humidity lingering in the air.  Stock market crashes.  Breaking out in a cold sweat and looking very pale when you meet with your big boss to go over something important.  Today was a confluence of bad occurrences that made for a miserable day at the ranch.

I went home from work early yesterday and crashed at home all day with a freakish flu.  It’s the same 48-hour flu my wife had last week.  I felt better yesterday evening, at least enough to write my blog and track a 166-point crash in the Dow Industrials Average.  I also felt well enough to go back to work today, although as I told colleagues, "I’m fine as long as I don’t move."  Working at my desk, I felt fine as long as I didn’t move too much.  Once I stood up, I felt faint.  My condition improved as the day progressed, and by the end of the day I felt much better.  The low point of my day came when I met with my boss’ boss to discuss our monthly operations management and broke out in cold sweats in front of him.  I was probably a bit nervous, but my illness and the lack of air conditioning exacerbated my condition.  He seemed sympathetic and told me I did a good job.  He’s a big-picture guy, and I’m glad I could give him something that highlights our operations based on charts he already reviews. 

I went to lunch with my good friend, and after that my condition improved.  I stood for a long time in the afternoon and survived.  I now have a sore throat, but my fever has subsidied.  I crashed again earlier this evening for a few hours.  The best part of my ordeal is the sympathy my son has given me during my illness.  He keeps telling me he’s "sick" and has a fever and pretends to feel just like daddy.  We rest for a couple of minutes until he’s tired of feigning illness, and then he jumps out of bed and exclaims, "All done!"  It’s really cute, although mommy thankfully wisks him away so I can get some sleep.

The abominable weather also contributed to my misery.  When you can see the mugginess lingering heavily in the air, you know it’s not a nice day.  My wife had the crazy idea of eating outside tonight while my son played.  The mist blanketed the air and weighed it down.  Imagine eating outside in a light fog.  I told her, "I guess we should be thankful to have place to eat outside at all."  It’s true–we could live in an apartment or in a very polluted city where staying outside is always an unpleasant experience.  Still, the experience was nothing like the days when we lived in Seattle and breathed in the fresh Pacific Northwest air.  I don’t think I will spend much time outside this weekend.  We were thinking of going to the Korean Folk Village south of town this weekend, but I’ll see how I feel.  Right now, I would rather stay home for rest and recuperation.

A glimpse into the future

In my line of work, it’s necessary to plan ahead.  Career planning is essential so you can land a follow-on assignment that you enjoy and enhances your career.  If you fly blind, you never know what you’re going to get.  For example, right now I am busy learning German in order to qualify for German-speaking assignments.  After German I will polish my French, and after that I will focus again on Korean when I once again return to interviewing Koreans. 

A couple of intriguing career possibilities landed on my desk this week.  First, I found out that because I already qualify for Mandarin Chinese-required assignments, I can bid six months early for my follow-on assignment.  I had expected to bid next February, but it is great news to be able to look ahead and know where you will be headed in the future.  I can bid on any assignments I qualify for which begin after my time here in Seoul ends (I depart February 2007).  I also qualify for a short course in Spanish (8 weeks), so I can also bid on Spanish-speaking posts that begin in April 2007 or later.  I won’t know until bidding starts in August as to whether I will be able to find assignments that begin after I leave Seoul.  It’s good to have options, though.  A friend of mine working in India and fluent in Japanese recently did exactly what I will do, and his follow-on assignment will be in Tokyo.  There are more assignments available to bid on during the summer.  Most assignment bidders prefer bidding during the summer cycle because more assignments are available.  I will bid Chinese-required posts very high, and I’m optimistic my follow-on assignment will be somewhere in China.  I’ll let you know.

Second, I’ve heard that there may be a three-month short assignment to Papua New Guinea available later this year.  Yes, that’s right—Port Moresby, Papua New Guinea—not exactly a hot tourist destination.  It’s intriguing to me as a great career possibility, but that’s about all.  Most people in my line of work try to avoid the country because it is an extremely difficult and potentially dangerous place to be.  Violence is much too common there.  However, the job prospect sounds fabulous.  I broached the subject of doing this three-month assignment in Port Moresby with my family, and they reacted very coolly to the idea.  I don’t know if the opportunity will even become available.  I’m sure that several other people are interested in doing it, and it would put a hardship on my family if I went unaccompanied to Port Moresby for three months.  We would probably meet up a couple times in nearby Australia, Thailand, or Bali.  My in-laws would likely stay with my family in Korea while I’m away.  I’m only considering it because it’s a short assignment and a great opportunity.  I don’t know what I’ll do, but if you have any thoughts about this, let me know.  The prospect of working there reminds me an episode of “Survivor”—living for a short while in extreme hardship with the prospect of great reward.  Or I could just get booted off the island.