Saturday

So this is a Saturday aftenoon, and I'm sitting here in the office wondering why I came here in the first place. Mostly its because I have to go see a movie in the evening, so I figured I could get to the office first, see if I have a mail from my client.

I dont. Either he was shell-shocked by the bugfix I proposed to him, or he's still laughing his ass off. Or maybe he was "working from home" yesterday, which meant he connected to the net and did whatever management he does from the comfort of his armchair. Either way, I have no response from him, so I am not sure how he wants me to proceed.

Welcome to the daily dilemma of the outsourcee.

Yes, I'm defining that word now. An 'outsourcer' is an (usually American) employer who decided to get some of his work done by cheaper programmers from cheaper countries, like India. I, an outsourcee, am the person at the other end of the transaction. I'm the guy who comes to work every day and does whatever said outsourcer (or manager working in outsourcing company) has assigned to me. The Indian guy who's 'stealing the american jobs away'. There are thousands like me. I cant say with honesty that I'm talking on behalf of all of them, but just being able to talk about my job and what I deal with, is enough for me, for now.