Friday 21 November 2014

Under Development - (Part 1) Frustration

A young idealist hunts for international development work in China.



Woman watching sheep, Gansu, China  (Photo: M. Griffiths)



Under Development
 
(Part 1) 
 
 Frustration


“Thanks for seeing me and I’m really sorry I’m late. The traffic was terrible. Beijing just seems to be getting worse by the month.”

The woman smiled with understanding, then shook her head slightly. “I won’t beat around the bush Mr Greenwood. I admire your desire to work here in China and your commitment to developing your skills and experience. But our preference now is to hire locals. We are aiming to increase the capacity of the Chinese to do this kind of work themselves. They have the language and cultural understanding to do things people like you and I can’t do nearly as easily.” She paused. “You’ll find most international NGOs are moving in this direction.”

He nodded. “Sure I understand that. But clearly you are not Chinese and your organisation wouldn’t be in China if the locals could do it all themselves.” He bit his lip. Critiquing their policies probably wasn’t going to help his chances.

He thought for a moment he saw a brief flash of sympathy cross her face. She pressed her lips tight and shook her head. 

“All I can do is recommend you keep an eye on the website and see if anything suitable comes up. But I can’t make any promises.”

 

“What are you doing in Beijing at the moment?”

“I’m teaching English, just until I can get a permanent job, or a long term project role.”

“I see.”

“I had an ADB project lined up when I arrived but it fell over at the last minute.”

“You have good skills and experience.”

“Thank you Mr Zhang. I have been fortunate to work on some good projects. Mostly volunteer work. But I’m finding it difficult to get a foot in the door of paid consulting or NGO positions here.”

He nodded. “It’s not easy I know.” he said in his Canadian educated accent. “I’m interested in how good your Chinese is. You say you have studied the language before you came here?”

“Yes. That’s right.”

“And you have been here for some time.

“A few months. I’ve been studying a bit here too, and practising as much as I can.”

“Do you mind if we talk in Chinese.”

“Sure”. said Justin, but his heart started pounding. This was going to be hard.

After ten minutes and several repetitions of “Dui bu qi. Wo ting bu dong”, Sorry, I don’t understand, Mr Zhang reverted to English.

“As a local company we do most of our consulting work with government ministry staff and local governments. We need people who can speak and write fluent Chinese. Perhaps you can come back in a year or two?”

“I see. Ok, thanks.”

How could he ever be as fluent as a local? He could never compete with them. Another one bites the dust.

 

Stacey Hendricks showed him down the long narrow office to the manager’s desk at the rear. She was the manager’s assistant and involved in managing several projects. She had been very helpful and positive on the phone. Justin had good feeling about this one. He might finally crack it.  He noted the staff beavering away at the desks spaced along the office. They looked mostly young like himself, project officers keeping an eye on how things were going and watching the money,  and a maybe one or two specialists. Mostly they managed sub-contractors and various technical experts and liaised with the funding agencies. Exactly what he wanted to do, ultimately getting to be a team leader managing significant projects.

“Mr Taggart. This is Justin Greenwood. I told you a bit about him earlier.” He shook the man’s hand.

Stacey smiled at him as she turned, “I’ll leave you to it.”

Justin smiled and sat down. “Nin hao. Xie xie ni jin tian gen wo liao tian.” Hello. Thanks for talking with me today.

The man dropped his eyes. “Actually I don’t speak much Chinese.”

“Oh. Sorry. I just presumed… ”

Taggart arranged some files on his desk.

“You look busy.” said Justin, desperate to change the subject. He felt a tell-tale trickle of perspiration run down the back of his neck.

“I’m getting ready to go home for three months leave. My family has almost forgotten what I look like.” He smiled. “So, how can I help?”

Justin handed over his C.V. and launched into his spiel one more time. Taggart listened and nodded.

“Ok. Let me tell you a little about M.A.C. - Macintosh, Adler and Compton. We are an old established firm that manages development projects on behalf of a range of international donors…”

As he finished up his long description of the company and its work Justin nodded and tried to get the discussion back to possible job openings. “That sounds excellent. I looked at the company website and was impressed by the range of work you do. Ah, Stacey indicated on the phone that you may have some projects coming up where my skills could fit.”

Taggart glanced down the office. “We do have some new projects in the pipeline but generally we choose our project teams and coordinators from within M.A.C.  Most of the staff here, he nodded towards the people at the row of desks, are from our head office.”

“Sure, but there must be times when you need extra help. Or particular skills?”

“Yes. Sometimes. Although mostly they have considerable experience. How has your job hunt gone in the other places you have talked to?”

“Some good chats.” Justin said, trying to sound positive. “Nothing concrete has come out of them yet though.”

Taggart resumed arranging the files on the desk top. He looked up. “I think you need a strategy.”

A strategy?! Justin felt his face flushing. I’ve registered on all the consultants’ websites. I check the job ads every second day. That and talking to you and lots of other employers IS my strategy.

He raised his hand to his mouth and coughed to hide his irritation. Then he realised what the man was saying. Apparently, whatever his strategy was, it wasn’t going to involve M.A.C. He decided to press him a little further anyway. “What would you suggest?” he asked as casually as he could manage.

“Work on your strategy and keep trying.” Taggart began to stand up.

“Ok. I’ll do that. Thanks for your time and enjoy your trip home.” He shook his hand again and slowly walked down the office. Stacey looked up and smiled, “Any luck?”

He shrugged. “Thanks for arranging the interview. I appreciate your help.” He tried to smile and failed.

“You’re welcome. Good luck with your job hunting.”

He kicked himself for being a jerk. “Thanks.” His smile this time was more genuine. His lack of success wasn’t her fault and she had been more helpful than most. “Good luck with all your projects.”

“Thanks.”

“See you.”

“Bye.”

He walked out the door. Work on my strategy!!  He punched the elevator button violently. Arggh!


 
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Read Under Development - (Part 2)  Distraction  here.
 

 




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