My job is like an archaeologist at work

I am really not trying to be secretive about my job. The problem is, if I expose too much, there will be people who are secretly viewing my blog and then might just start spreading tales, which is the primary why I attempt to avoid issues that are directly related to my job, hence the use of pseudonyms for various terms and companies that I may mention.

I know its really rather paranoid of me, but if I say too much.... well.. you know.. the Net has eyes and ears.. so better not..

Anyway, back to today's topic.

Frankly, I think that my job is very much like an archaeologist digging into the grave of a dead Egyptian Pharaoh. It's like I'm part of the Discovery Channel except that I am in the corporate world.

Why? Aiyah, if you've watched the recent episode of The Secrets Of The Lost Egyptian Queen, yea, well.. my typical life at work is something like that.

First, the ancient Egyptians would do their thing and mummify their dear Pharaoh, right? They go through the whole embalming process, get rid of the internal organs by taking it out of the body and putting them in some copic jars, and wrap and wrap and wrap under layers and layers of fine linen and bury their dear mummy in a nice sarcophagus which is then placed in a labyrith of tunnels way down under in a very painstakingly built pyramid.

Yea well, my job is also like that. Some time back, some employees of the Clan would deal with their problems the same way. They think that the problem is settled (i.e. dead) and so keep it stored in some arcane electronic archive that nobody has access to or even knows exists. They take apart the problem and bury different parts of the same problem in different parts of the corporate back up system. Then they bury the problem under immense layers of other problems and issues that are just somehow remotely related to the problem and then bundle it all up together. This is then stored again, back into that arcane weird system that just simply can't seem to show what you want, when you want it.

So then comes along little Lilith (i.e. me!), the corporate archaelogist. Some other archaelogist digs here and there and then discovers the problem still exists. So we dig and dig and dig past all the old stuff (but of course, you know what, tunnels tumble and floors give way while wall murals get defaced) so of course, maybe the email system crashed, the paper trail gets lost etc etc and some things just can't be found. Then your head archaelogist asks me, "why is the Pharaoh's arm missing? Is it in some other tomb?" So little me goes into the other tombs to dig and dig somemore in hope of finding that missing arm, leg or head or whatever.

Ultimately, Ta-dah! We have found the Pharoah and his missing arm and the rest of his parts that are there, then we realise that this Pharaoh is in the wrong sarcophagus. "That's not the queen! That's the nanny!" Alamak, so we go around and dig again...

So yea lor.. that's my entire job for today.. going around chatting with the different head archaelogists who somehow have only me to command.. Then what to do? No one else but me to dig lor...

Sigh.. the life of a Kah Kia.. sibei Chamz...