Indeed Featured review The most useful review selected by Indeed. The job wasn't too intense it's a more layed back environment. You get shown multiple jobs in the factory instead of one single repetitive job over and over. Was this review helpful? Yes No. Report Share. Promoted as a family business and true to their word. Not a day goes by that you don't see the owners on the production floor working and interacting with staff. Pros great environment, family business, nice extras, would recommend.
Cons sick time and pto. Yes There are 1 helpful reviews 1 No. Assembling Windows and cleaning when needed, lots of teamwork among employees, the supervisors are stern but great too work with and share their experience. Company really values their employees and gives positive credibility. Supervisors will give help when needed, or give better pointers to ease assembly and what's not acceptable. Pros four days a week, 10 hour shifts.
Cons pay isn't the best to support family fully. The work is done at your own pace. I learned there are many steps involved in making windows.
If you're having issues or at home emergencies, management tends to be understanding and works with you. Coworkers are easy to get along with. The hardest thing is dealing with the low pay. The NF is unique. I have, for example, never seen a meticulously project plan that contains every possible detail except one thing: a timeline.
That missing timeline is the NF. The NF is random and inexplicable, and can only be learned through experience The NF is Murphy's Law on amphetamines, and travelling faster than light. The day finally dawned when we had to start teaching Nigerians how to use all this equipment. Much pomp and circumstance, and the Minister DOESN'T say the words that are at the end of his speech: 'Any obstruction to this project will be considered sabotage'.
By now we have learnt that Nigeria runs on bullshit. CV's and abilities in Nigeria are inflated towards the stratosphere.
Teaching a 'Certified Computer Engineer' that 'this is a mouse. If you move it around like this, it moves that little pointer, and if you click with this button So we developed filtering processes very quickly.
One was to put everyone in front of a PC and say 'Open paint, and draw a circle'. This quickly sorted out who knew what a computer was, but was only good for one batch. As that batch left the class room, there would be voluminous exchanges in the vernacular, and the next class would then sit down and draw a circle with paint So it was necessary to constantly change tactics.
The French then inform us that they want us to go to Minna, a town about KM from Abuja, and set up a training school. We organise a minibus, get to Minna about 3 hours later, and wait. The truck with all the equipment hasn't left Abuja yet Nobody will offload it without payment. We ignore them, and do it ourselves.
In about 3 hours, our training school is set up, and all the equipment tested. We all want to go back to Abuja now, but we get all kinds of excuse of 'it's not safe to drive back, we should stay there overnight. We've set up the damn training school, what the hell do these lunatics want?
The following day, we have to go back to Minna, and meet the French there. Apparently this is another test of our competence. We are all somewhat miffed. We get to Minna, and wait for the French to arrive. Eventually they do, bringing a couple of guys we have never seen before. The new guys wander around, and make various inane remarks. South Africans keep drifting off 'for a cigarette'.
Including the guys who don't smoke. They can be found around a corner hitting walls and ranting about 'fucking petty minded obnoxious who like to go by the book, even if they don't know what book or who wrote it.
Out of Nigeria, that is. Or a sinecure, preferably with a powerful mentor in the background. Every Nigerian wants money and power by any available means. If confabulation, obfuscation, misinformation and disinformation equals coal power, then Nigeria is powered by Star Trek engines. It's tribal warfare with ties, and corruption is the sport of the masses. Our introduction to the real Nigeria was the next stage: we split up and got to 7 training centres around the country.
Masochist that I am, I say I'll take the place no-one else wants to go. This turns out to be Yola, in Eastern Nigeria, on the Cameroonian border. We all get careful briefings, a satellite phone, and a contact name of an official in the DNCR who will sort out the local side of things.
I arrive in a very hot, 40C upwards dry and dusty Yola, and try to telephone my local contact. No luck. So I try and find my training school.
Discovery number 1: there are no taxis! Eventually I find someone to take me where I want to go. I'm stunned at the taxi price, which is about 10 times the Abuja rate. I show him the address. He's never heard of it. We drive around, trying various government departments. None of them know where it is either.
Eventually we locate the place. Nobody is there, and nobody is expecting me anyway. Someone goes to call him. We meet, and he seems an OK guy, if somewhat hesitant and non-committal. Usually they get far enough for the money to disappear, and then they stop.
Office hours were from 9AM until 2 PM maybe nobody did anything; they just sat around and made conversation, so part of the problem was overcoming the enormous inertia of people who had been sitting around for years, doing nothing.
We go to the building that I am going to use as a training centre, and have a look around. It seems fine. Then I start on my checklist: Electricity? Disconnected for non-payment. Chairs and Tables? Does it work? Does it have fuel? Can you GET fuel? No, no money. I have a building, and nothing else. A couple of days later, a huge truck arrives with computers and similar. I have strict instructions not to pay for anything, as this is not my responsibility. My state coordinator must pay.
He says he hasn't got any money. I phone a couple of colleagues who are having exactly the same problems. The truck driver says that he's waiting 3 hours, and then going back to Abuja. Eventually my sidekick, after much loud negotiation, coughs up, and the truck is offloaded.
Part of the shipment is a generator, so I spend the next few days unpacking stuff, and getting a computer set up. The telephone gets re-connected. There is no space in the building for the planned first batch or trainees, about so the plan is to hire tables chairs and canopies and do part of the training outside. Negotiations start for the hiring of said items.
The day dawned when people arrive for training. I had managed to install all the computers. All 10 of them. My additional South African staff were noticeable by their absence, and there were still no tables and chairs or canopies that SHOULD have been available. Around midday, tables, chairs and canopies arrive, along with some exhausted South Africans, who have driven all the way from Abuja.
We manage to start training anyway. On day 2 of the training a worried South African tells me that the DNCR staff say they are not going to be trained anymore, because they haven't been paid. I tell him to start training, even if it's to an empty tent. He does, and the 'strike' fizzles out. By the end of the week, we are back on schedule, and have trained our first batch. Only 2 more to go. As I have no internet connection, all reports to Abuja are verbal, via satellite telephone.
The French are demanding lists of names and similar. I go hunting for a fax machine. Eventually I find one, and send off some reports to keep them happy. The following conversation is an excellent insight into the NF: Me: ' Me: 'Excuse me, do you have a fax machine? Fortunately, a French project manager arrived from Abuja with a bag full of cash. This solves a lot of little problems. He also has the authority to do some things, which he does, ruthlessly.
Week 2 of the training runs much better, especially now that we have better communications: we can send email via our sat phones. It's frighteningly indicative of Nigeria that the only way we can do this reliably is to phone, with a sat phone, to an ISP in France.
Our office in Abuja does the same thing, and picks up the mail. The only way to establish reliable communications is by completely bypassing all Nigerian systems. Sad, but true. They are often involved in criminal syndicates, car theft, drugs, robberies and so on. SBID is used to prevent fraudulent postings and help our community find users who create duplicate user accounts.
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