A few stories from my most recent e-mail update.
In every experience (especially one as extreme as the Peace Corps), you have few moments that push you to the limit. I thought I would share mine.
My Marshuka (Kazakh Van) adventure:I had been working at IBC Group for 2 months and I scheduled a meeting at KPO (a large oil company located two hours from Uralsk) to discuss a new social project. In order to get to KPO, you need to travel via small, public vans. You catch the van at the local train station and, unfortunately, the van doesn’t depart until every seat (13 seats) is filled. This could take 20 minutes or 3 hours, it just depends on the day. Since this was my first time to go to KPO and meet with our partners, I decided to wear nice clothes (dark dress pants, dark shirt, and nice shining shoes). Unfortunately, the weather was nearly 97 degrees, the windows on the van didn’t open and the air conditioning didn’t work (probably hadn’t worked for years).
So the day started like this. It took over one hour to fill the 13 seats on the van. Once the van was filled, a rather LARGE woman sat next to me. In fact, she was so LARGE that half of her body didn’t fit in her seat, therefore it spilled over into mine (basically, her leg was on top of my leg). Then, the gentleman on my other side fell asleep on my shoulder. I gently nudged him off, but it was just no use. Each time I pushed him away, he just fell back asleep and landed on my shoulder, my chest or wherever he fell. It was clear that neither of my new found neighbors understood my need for space and it quickly became clear that they had NO space limits. I realized my culture limits were truly being TESTED.
By the time we arrived at KPO, I was soaking wet with sweat (head-to-toe), my large friends’ legs were nearly wrapped around mine and my narcoleptic friend (maybe drunk) was sound asleep on my shoulder. Yes, the only thing going through my head was why am I a volunteer? Followed by, I have only been here for two months, so couldn’t I just go home and pretend like I never became a volunteer? I started to remember all the space in my car, sipping my Starbucks coffee on my beautiful commute to work, the amazing air conditioning system, and lumbar support. Fortunately, I pulled myself back to reality, sucked it up and shifted my thoughts to a better idea. After my meeting with our partners, I decided to propose my new idea. I explained the inconvenience of traveling by van and suggested, in the nicest way possible, that we should explore alternative modes of transportation for all future business meetings. Fortunately for both of us, the message was well received and on our next visit, they sent the company car, a comfortable, air conditioned Land Cruiser, to pick us up and transport us to their office. Lesson learned: Take a deep breathe and think of ways to upgrade your volunteer experience to a manageable level. We may be working for free but our volunteer lifestyle is only limited by our lack of ingenuity.
A grasshopper:No one ever said volunteering is easy. After I had worked at IBC for about 7 months, the staff decided to throw a small party to thank me for all of my hard work – launch of internet division, first BG grant for the orphanage kids, and first successful MBA training. Although, I had accomplished a lot in a short period of time, I had also ruffled a few feathers along the way. During my party, the cognac started to flow, the toasts began to roll and the ruffled feathers began to talk. After a few congratulatory toasts, the tone shifted. The Director of the Business Incubator started his toast by suggesting my accomplishments were purely “early wins/beginners luck” and most certainly not repeatable, then he began to make a parallel between me and a famous Russian parable. The parable basically translated as follows – GOOD Grasshoppers know that they should stay on their own blade of grass and stay OFF of the other people’s blade of grass. He then presented me a gift – a Kazakh hand whip. I wasn’t sure if he wanted to use it on me or if he was implying that I was pushing the team way too hard. (I latter learned that it was a special handmade whip and is typically hung in all Kazakh family homes. The gift was nice but I am not sure about the timing).
In any event, I had become completely offended and definitely questioned why I was working so hard (for free), pouring my heart into the organization but yet receiving so little respect. Well, I began this story by saying, “volunteering isn’t easy” and sometimes you just have to stay the course. I realized, after a bit of investigation, that the Director’s toast was a reflection of feedback I had provided his boss about his performance and ideas for a few “performance improvements”. In time (maybe a week), I put the toast behind me and actually built a very solid relationship with the director of the Business Incubator and over the next two years we enjoyed many good times together.
Lesson Learned: Prior to being a volunteer, I had always measured my success and my colleagues’ success based on PERFORMANCE/MERITOCRACY, however that is not a sufficient success metric when you are a volunteer. Performance evaluations must be balanced with cultural sensitivity and long term relationship building. The bottom line is that as a volunteer, you are not managing people but instead mentoring them. Ultimately, you are trying to teach them new skills, help them change behaviors, and learn new approaches and techniques. Change can be extraordinarily slow, especially when you can’t leverage a typical manager’s tool kit, so patience and persistence become your best friends.
Now that I told these stories, I realized that all of them happened in my first year in Kazakhstan. I guess I just became acclimated to life here or set my tolerance a bit higher.
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