Tuesday, April 15, 2014

An Alternate Resume



If you didn’t read it, my last blog post consisted of a story in which I saved the day by pulling out little pieces of wood from a car door keyhole, so that my coworkers could get into the car.  It was suggested that I create a “resume” of completely random skills, sort of along the same lines as “proficient in removing small wooden fragments from car keyholes”.  If you were to ask my coworkers, they would probably say that I’m an expert in a great many fields.  Just last week, Suzan asked me to edit and proofread a short report she had typed, about the selection of households to receive water tanks from a grant Brick by Brick had been awarded, and about health education sessions that were being held for those beneficiaries.  I certainly don’t have any special abilities or experience when it comes to health education or figuring out the best candidates to receive water tanks, but, after I had finished going through it, we gave it to Max, so that he could “approve” it.  “Oh, I don’t need to read it,” he said, “The expert has already gone through it.”

After Suzan started to agree with him, I interjected, “What exactly am I an expert in?”

Suzan takes this question.  “Oh, you’re an expert in the English language, designing reports, computers…” Her voice trailed off as she listed a few other things that I can’t remember.  After a bit more conversation, Max did read the report…

I suppose that it’s nice to know that my coworkers see me as a valuable member of the group, but I’m pretty sure that I wouldn’t classify any of the things listed by Suzan as areas of special expertise.  However, for some frequently needed comic relief, I confess that I do, from time to time, think about some of the more obscure skills and abilities that have developed as a result of living in Kalisizo for more than two years.  The following list is certainly not exhaustive, but it might give you an idea of the professional benefits of living in Kalisizo.  Of course, some of these skills won’t be so useful after I leave…

Traveling Skills

Navigating crowded city streets and sidewalks – I think, at one point, I described the Kampala taxi parks as similar to those little puzzles with sliding pieces.  There’s one open space in the whole puzzle, and you have to move all of the pieces around before you have space to move the piece you actually want to move.  I think that this comparison still stands.  Take a few trips to this area of Kampala, and you will be forced to quickly learn a number of skills that are needed to get you where you need to go.  I could write an entire blog listing these – looking like you know where you’re going, even if you don’t; knowing when to squeeze in between two taxis that are about six inches apart; changing the position of your backpack so that sneaky people can’t get into the compartments without you realizing it, etc…

Traveling long distances with no personal space – When I was younger, I thought that the three or four hour drive to the beach was long.  Now, that kind of trip would seem like nothing.  I mean, I had an entire seat to myself, and I could move my arms and legs a little bit.  The trip between Kalisizo and Kampala takes about the same amount of time (on a good day), but I have also been on public transport for, and I’m not exaggerating here, ten to twelve hours in a single day (and I spend the next day being sore).  This is part of the reason why I have been able to read so many books over here.  What else is there to do?

Packing light – When you have to travel on public transport, as partially described above, you realize that having only one, relatively small bag with you is quite advantageous.  I’ve traveled around the country for a week or more, all with a single backpack (that still has quite a bit of room in it).  When I think about the massive bags that I lugged over to Uganda back in 2011, I have to laugh at myself.  There’s no way that I needed all of that stuff…

Household Skills

Making candle holders…out of other candles – I inherited a few candles from the volunteer in Kalisizo before me.  Obviously, these come in handy when the power goes out.  However, I couldn’t just sit the candle on a piece of wooden furniture, so I found a whiskey glass, also inherited from the previous volunteer, and put the candle in there.  After that initial supply of candles was used up, I couldn’t find the same type of candle, so I bought these tall, skinny things that can’t stand up on their own.  What to do?  Well, the bottom of that whiskey glass had started to accumulate quite a supply of candle wax, so this was heated up, and the bottom of one of the skinny candles was plunged into the resulting pool of hot wax.  After a while, the wax solidified again, and the candle stayed standing.  Now, when a candle burns the whole way down, I immediately stick a replacement into the hot wax.  The four pencils in the picture function to hold the candle upright until the wax cools down again…



Water Conservation – Our compound’s tap only actually gives us water for a couple of days each week, if that.  Considering that three other families live in this same compound, I don’t get very much.  You are forced to figure out how to use as little water as possible.  Take bathing as an example.  After two years, I am now able to get myself relatively clean with less than one liter of water (a liter is slightly more than a quart).  I have no illusions about this.  I would get much cleaner in a long, hot, pressurized shower…but I get clean enough.  And I just get dusty again within a few minutes anyway…

Alternative Hairstyles – Over the past year, my range of possible hairstyles increased from one (which I’ll call “let it all hang down”) to two.  I can now put my hair in a ponytail.  Yes, I’m very proud…

Interior Decoration – For people who do this professionally, interior decoration would certainly fall in the next section.  For me, it doesn’t quite make it to a full-blown technical skill…mostly because the extent of my interior decoration ability includes ripping out cool pictures from calendars and taping them to the wall.  Sort of dorm room-esque, I suppose, but I like pictures of animals and landscapes…

 

Technical Skills

Study of Indoor Fauna – My bedroom has no shortage of (harmless) lizards, moths, and other insects, especially in the evening.  Of course, “study” may be too strong a word.  I sometimes just sit in my chair and watch the lizards stalk the insects on the walls and the ceiling.  It should be noted that some of the bugs are a bit too big for the lizards.  See, for instance, the picture of the moth with a wingspan as long as my finger (and my fingers are pretty long), or the picture of the stick insect.  You can get some idea of the scale by noticing the photographs on the wall behind the insect.  Slick, my family’s cat, doesn’t look that impressed…

                 
Translation between American English and Ugandan English – Returning now to the Brick by Brick office, we have Skype meetings (audio only) almost every week with Marc, the organization’s Executive Director, who lives in New York.  We have three USB modems from different internet providers.  Usually, at least one of these works...  Anyway, I generally take a backseat in these meetings, so that our Ugandan staff are the ones giving Marc updates.  However, I occasionally need to step in and provide “translation” services.  My Luganda may not be so impressive, but I’m pretty good at rewording things so that something someone said is easily understood by everyone else.  Accents are a problem sometimes, as are some common American/Uganda phrases, that are not so common in the other country…

Do-It-Yourself Pencil Sharpening – For a while, we didn’t have a pencil sharpener in our office.  And yet, we had wood pencils that eventually became very dull.  What to do?  I pulled out my trusty Leatherman Multi-Tool, snapped out the knife, and started to spend a few minutes of each day sharpening a few pencils that way.  It was significantly more tedious than using an actual pencil sharpener, but I got pretty good at it after a while.  The two pencils pictured below began as new pencils, with no points whatsoever, and were completely knife-sharpened…
 


Hammering Nails into Crumbling Walls – A common problem when trying to hang anything on a wall is that the plaster crumbles, resulting in a much larger hole than was desired.  The walls here don’t exactly have wooden studs.  You’re hammering into the plaster, and then you either hit a brick, which bends the nail like crazy, or you keep going through the mortar between bricks.  These plaster and mortar mixes are often not so impressive, and they come apart pretty easily, once they get started.  While I have not yet perfected a technique for getting a nail to stay in the wall without big chunks of plaster falling out, I succeed more than I fail, which, I think, is an accomplishment.  I heard a story that when another volunteer’s dad (who is a carpenter, or works in construction, or something like that) was over here, he also recognized this problem.  Upon returning to America, he sent over a battery-powered drill, in an effort to make it easier for the volunteer to put stuff on the walls.  This idea was not so successful.  The drill just made it worse.  I can visualize hundreds of little flakes of plaster being sprayed all over the place as the drill powers through the wall.  No, the best thing seems to be some careful hammering…

Business Card Design – Changing gears a bit, in an effort to show just how varied my job is sometimes, we had some business cards printed for our office employees and masons about a month ago.  Guess who designed those business cards?  That’s right, I did.  I suppose I was the most qualified person in our organization to do it, since I can move pictures and text around on a computer.

 

Alternative Distance Measurements – Moving out into the field now, sometimes I need to measure long distances by myself.  For example, if I’m working on a rainwater collection project with another volunteer, I’ll need to measure roof dimensions.  The quickest way to do this, especially if a really long tape measure isn’t available, is to walk along the side of the building and count steps.  Fortunately, exact accuracy is not necessary for rainwater collection systems, because rainfall itself is so variable, but I’ve gotten pretty good at taking steps that are almost exactly one meter long.  I’ve checked myself and have gotten quite close.  I guess it’s just muscle memory at this point.  I just have to think to myself that I want to measure distance, and my steps are calibrated accordingly…

Cinematographer – For the grand finale, I’m going in yet another completely different direction.  When Marc was here a few months ago, he wanted to get some video footage of people at our partner schools talking about the work that Brick by Brick has done.  At one school, we found a boy with very good English who was comfortable talking into a camera.  So, Marc basically interviewed him for about a half an hour.  Guess who filmed this thing?  Yep, me.  I spent a half an hour kneeling in the grass (so that it didn’t look like the cameraman was towering over this kid, who was about half my height), with my legs starting to fall asleep less than halfway through.  But, I persevered, and the footage, after quite a bit of editing (probably needed due to my incredible camera work), will be shown at Brick by Brick’s big annual fundraiser in New York, which is actually happening next week.

So, that concludes this list of some of the random skills I have picked up in Kalisizo.  Please feel free to send me any job offers at your convenience…

Monday, April 7, 2014

Keep Kids away from Keyholes



The events of this little story took place about a week and a half ago.  At the time, I was drowning in reports that needed to be written for school, so I didn’t take the time to tell the tale right after it happened.  Now, after having about a week to recover from that marathon of manuscripts, I feel rejuvenated and ready to relate the events that took place on a Thursday afternoon at our office in Kalisizo.  I should also warn you that I’ve been reading some epic poetry lately (finished The Iliad a couple of weeks ago, about halfway through The Odyssey now), so that may lead to an exceptional amount of rhyming and/or alliteration in this post (as the title already shows…)

That morning, Max and Prossy (two of my coworkers) traveled to Rakai Town (where the district offices are located) to attend a coordination meeting for NGOs and district officials working in the water and sanitation sector.  As I said, I was in the middle of a lot of writing for school, so being alone at our office may have actually been a good thing for me, so that I could completely focus on those documents that needed to be completed.  On Thursdays, we normally have a Skype meeting with Marc, the US Executive Director of Brick by Brick, which usually starts at around 3 PM (8 AM for Marc, calling from New York).  On this particular day, Max had asked that we push the meeting back until 5 PM, to make sure that he and Prossy would be back from Rakai in time.

At about 4:45 PM, I start to get a little anxious.  I am still the only person in the office, and I haven’t heard anything from anyone.  It is common for meetings here to start late and to last a long time, but, even so, they should have been back by that time.  I grab my phone to call Max, and then notice his phone sitting on his desk.  Probably about 50% of the time, Max forgets to take his phone with him.  I have no idea why this is the case, but there it sits.  Calling Max is not an option.  Option 2 – call Prossy.  I do not see her phone lying around anywhere, so I dial.  After hearing rings for about a minute with no answer, I hang up, even more vexed.  “Is anyone going to come,” I ask myself, “or will this just be a quick conversation with Marc about the relative nature of time in Uganda?”

About two minutes before 5 PM, Prossy walks in.  A flood of relief washes over me as I see her walking through the door, and I learn that Max is parking the car around the corner of the building.  As the two new arrivals sit down, Marc calls, but we’re still missing one member of our team.  I answer the call, and, just before saying that we’re missing someone, we spot Suzan walking across the field in front of our office.  As she walks in, our collection is complete, my anxiety alleviates, and our meeting initiates.

(See, this is what I’m talking about – rhyming and alliteration.  Even after I stop reading one of these massive poems, I feel like I keep thinking in (bad) verse…)

Anyway, after the meeting is finished, I talk for a bit with Max, Prossy, and Suzan, and then they decide to go home, since, by this time, it’s almost 7 PM.  I want to get through the paragraph I had been working on, so I don’t leave with them.  Obviously, Max is going to give Prossy and Suzan a ride, so all three head for the car, which, as I said, is around the corner, out of our line of sight when sitting inside the office (this is a key plot point).  I return to my paragraph.

A few minutes later, Suzan walks back in.  I look up, wondering what has been forgotten (Max’s phone, perhaps?  Nope, not this time).  Suzan comes over to me, saying, “These kids have put pieces of wood into the keyholes.  We cannot enter the car.  Ah, these children are very stubborn.”  (I’m paraphrasing – remember, this happened like 10 days ago, and I didn’t write it down when it happened).

“Huh?”  I eloquently respond.  We have some pretty mischievous and devious kids around the office, but I’m not exactly sure why we couldn’t just pull the wood out of the keyholes.  To prepare for any eventuality, I grab my Leatherman Multi-Tool out of my backpack (this post could easily become a commercial at this point – never leave home without it, it really does fix any number of difficult issues), and Suzan and I walk back out to the car.  Max and Prossy, along with another woman (possibly the mother of some of the so-called stubborn children), are looking at the car, appearing to have little idea as to how they should proceed.  Upon seeing me approach, they step back to let the “engineer” work.  (I’m really not much of a handyman, but people seem to think that engineers can fix just about anything…)

“Oh, I see,” I mutter despairingly, as I look into the keyhole of the driver’s side door.  Somehow, these kids really did shove tiny, little pieces of wood, only a little bigger than splinters, deep into the hole, and it was completely filled.  Max couldn’t get the key in to unlock the door.  There wasn’t any wood sticking out, either.  It was all shoved in there, so that you couldn’t just pull a piece out.  After considering for a few seconds and thinking about the plethora of tools available to me in the single instrument I grasped in my hand, I whipped out the small flat-head screwdriver and started working it into the keyhole.  Employing a variety of angles, I began to cause some movement amongst the wooden fragments.  (Exaggeration and overstatement – also important parts of epic poetry…)

As the pieces begin to be dislodged, I switch to the pliers, grab hold of some of the pieces, and pull them out.  Progress!  Now only several more pieces to go…  Alternating back and forth between the screwdriver and the pliers, the remainder of the wood is pulled out after a few minutes.  As I’m working, I mutter the obvious, “We should make the kids pull these things out of here, so they understand how annoying it is to get them out.”  Unfortunately, no one else seems to get that this might be a decent method of discipline, one that might actually prevent this issue from occurring again.

Anyway, the multi-tool saves the day, with some finesse from the user (the characters in these epics are sometimes not the most humble of people).  Max gives me the key, I slide it into the hole, and unlock the door.  Shouts of joy and exultation are heard all around…

I sheathe the multi-tool and walk back to the office, hearing Max say something like, “Ah, my good son,” with the air of a parent, proud of the skills and abilities his son has acquired.  Yes, I went back into the office, pulled up my resume, and added “proficient in removing small wooden fragments from car keyholes” at the top of the document.

Lessons learned from this little episode:
1.)    Park the car where you can see it.
2.)    Never leave home without your trusty Leatherman Multi-Tool (cue product jingle).
3.)    Keep kids away from keyholes.