At the end, as always, there is a summary.
remember history ? He came to visit the other day and told a funny story. I think you will be interested. It's not about the story itself, it's about how the hell it happens. I looked back at my personal experience, and saw several of these Aunts at once.
In the middle of the 1s, our guy worked for a XNUMXC franchisee. Everything was rather strangely arranged there, in terms of sales. There were only four managers, including the owner. One led the support department, and part-time sold services / projects (quite good, by the way). The owner was selling everything because he didn't pay himself a commission, and it turned out well. One guy was listed as a manager, he sold something, and then dumped him in Moscow (they say that now he opens doors at conferences, like a doorman).
The fourth manager was Aunt. Aunt was smart, and got hooked on the topic - SCP (then it was the flagship product of 1C, "Production Enterprise Management", the most complex and expensive). In those days, there was a boom in the automation of factories, they lined up right in line, there was no rescue.
The key problem then was the lack of specialists. Our hero came to the office in September 2005, there were 2 projects for the implementation of SCP.
So, two projects for the implementation of SCP, and only one person in the company who at least something petrites in SCP - Vasya. For the sake of honesty, it is worth admitting that of the entire SCP, he knew only budgeting. Well, to be completely honest, this is one of the most unclaimed SCP subsystems.
At the same time as our guy, Lekha came to the office. Ours was right after the university, and Lehi had some experience with 1C 7.7 (the previous version 8, the second most popular). Our hero and Lyokha sat next to each other, so they somehow became friends, and a month later they handed over the platform specialist. This is such an exam, it used to be an exit exam - a teacher from 1C came, it was necessary to solve and pass a programming task to him.
Having passed the specialist, our guy and Lyokha immediately became Respected Specialists - this was a rarity, because the 8.0 platform itself existed for only two years, and few people passed this exam.
Naturally, both of them were immediately thrown into the embrasure - they were sent to one glorious city, to a large plant, to introduce SCP. A month after employment, with experience in 1C8 equal to one month. To the client’s question “Do they know SCP?” Vasya nodded confidently, and dumped on vacation. Vasya was the project manager there.
Then, as usual, we tinkered, figured it out, and six months later the project solemnly ended with the calculation of the cost and delivery of VAT.
Now the company had 3 specialists in SCP - Vasya, Lyokha and our guy. Vasya, however, immediately dumped his work as an IT director at another plant, where he also introduced SCP - this is another disease of that time, the market for specialists in SCP in Chelyabinsk was measured in units of people.
And then Aunt appeared. The first SCP projects were sold before her, personally by the owner. And Aunt took up the matter zealously.
Auntie sold projects so well that they directly prayed for her. And, you see, somehow this glory acted on her. Aunt decided that the sold projects are practically her property.
She didn't say it out loud, of course. But the performers for the projects were chosen only by herself. She sold the first project right after the one where our boyfriend and Lyokha worked was finished.
The question arose of choosing a key contractor (then he was called the “technical project manager”). There are two candidates in front of Aunt. Lyokha is charming, smiling, sociable, decisive. Our guy is a young nerd (22 years old), on his own mind, an introvert who despises managers as a class (at that time he only considered programmers to be people).
Naturally, Lyokha went to the project. And our dude went poking around in UT, BP, ZUP, etc. (smaller 1C software products)
The project went on for about six months. Lyokha and Aunt became friends, they even sat in the same office. Well implemented, well earned, pumped competencies, a couple of specialists were pulled up to the level of an apprentice.
Lyokha wanted to take our guy on the project, as a performer, but Aunt decided that it was not worth it. I do not know why.
Aunt during this time lined up a line of new projects, a whole collection, the diamond of which was the Big Plant, which is part of the Big Group of Companies. Lyokha was finishing the project and happily rubbing his hands, anticipating a new yummy.
And the line was straight ahead - the box and licenses were sold, but the implementation did not begin. Then it was fashionable to keep clients on pause with CSO courses (certified training center) - you bring groups to your office and learn SCP. Each group is a full week. So you can stretch for several months, already receiving non-refundable money.
And then something happened. Our guy doesn't know for sure, but there were rumors. Lyokha, as I mentioned above, was sitting with Aunt in the same office. Office managers were trained: if they call and ask about SCP, then they need to transfer to Aunt. And then Aunt, somehow, went out to smoke, the phone rang, and Lyokha talked to the client instead of her.
All right, divorce. Hard, full and real. According to the project that Lyokha finished, there were a couple of small works left - Aunt did not even let him finish these bits. Completely cut him off from any of my SCP-related topics. And only she had the themes of UPP.
But projects need to be done. She remembered about our boyfriend - she came, smiled sweetly, as if nothing had happened, and said - let's go to implement SCP. Including, to finish the bits of Lyokhin's project.
And our guy was just about to quit - why sit, pick your nose, if they don’t give work? Not “there is no work”, but “they do not give jobs”. Going to fawn in front of Aunt - dumb somehow. In short, he was looking for a job. And then here it is - she pinned herself.
He asked Lyokha if he would be offended - no, he says, it’s fine. I, he says, came up with something, so don't drift.
In short, our guy got both cores and the diamond of his aunt's collection - the introduction of SCP at the Big Plant. At that time, this project was simply gigantic.
Well, our guy recruited two guys - Kostyan and Lenka. The first is a stupid coder, the second is an accountant by education. I tried to become a programmer, but I couldn’t because of long nails - it’s inconvenient to knock on the keys, but it’s a pity to cut it off. I tried to press the buttons with a pencil - too long. She spat and became a consultant (one of the best in Chelyabinsk, by the way). Then there were almost no consultants, as a class, even there were no such certificates.
They went to implement, they implemented something there, they pumped strongly through the SCP - right to the marrow of their bones. The whole story took about a year.
Lyokha at that time showed what he had come up with. He agreed with the owner, and he began to sell UPP. Those. he was a programmer, and a project manager, and a salesman. It didn’t work right away, but in the end I sold the UPP somewhere, the devil knows what area, recruited a team and dumped it to implement. There were times - no normal Internet, no remote work, just dragging your body into the fields.
And our guy on the project had miracles. The implementation is nearing the end, everything seems to be fine, and then - bam! - he, for some dick, quarreled with Aunt. For the life of me, he doesn't even remember why. He said something wrong, looked wrong, joked unsuccessfully (he has such “competence”).
She immediately removes our guy from the project, in general, to zero, as Lyokha once did. And he puts Lenka in charge.
Lenka is a great person, but she knows only accounting and tax accounting, and, of course, salary. And then there is production. She, of course, went, took a programmer with her (and Aunt forbade taking our guy’s people, only new ones), they tinkered with something there, they couldn’t, and embarrassment arose.
Aunt told our guy not to contact. And they can't figure it out without it. Lyokha the devil knows where, Vasya quit a long time ago. And the unfortunate Lenka remained, who must come up with something.
Well, she came up with an idea - she secretly came to our boyfriend while Aunt was not at work. She apologized that it happened, and somehow they solved the problems of the project, and then the project ended.
Lech is back. Not just like that, but with the news - he quits. And not alone, but with his whole team. Because it's boring.
More precisely, not so. Zadolbalo him earlier, when Aunt threw him off the project at her own discretion. And then he, as I said, came up with something. At first glance, he came up with the idea of selling projects on his own. But it turned out to be more difficult.
He already knew how to sell, and implement SCP, and manage a project, and program, and he had a team united by a long life in the steppes. What is the way out here? Well, elementary - Lyokha left with the team and created his own franchise. Somewhere in another city, I think.
But our guy stayed. Almost without work, because the main volumes were then under the SCP, and Aunt ruled there. Of course, he tried to get around it somehow, talked a lot with the owner, but he could not find a normal solution. Like a leper.
Auntie already has new favorites, to whom she gave projects. Rustam, for example - our guy hired him, such a good, cheerful dude. Worked with Aunt, then left and opened his own franch.
Well, our guy, in short, sat, waited, looked for opportunities, but everywhere there was a dead end. He became angry, closed, offended by the whole world.
None of his competencies helped to get normal projects and tasks. He already had 5 specialist certificates, a project manager certificate, the position of “Quality Director”, he carried out custom development for 1C (there is his code in a typical SCP), made friends with the head of the SCP development department, he was called to work by all clients - and Big Plant, and the project that he completed for Lyokha. He was even given the internal software for maintenance and refinement - it was like the highest form of recognition of the quality of programming. All interviews of programmers were conducted only by him - he checked both technical and methodological knowledge. I also tried to work with internal development - they had such a division, they created their own products. I made several decisions that were included in the Mechanical Engineering PMK (there was a monster from 1C). In short, he climbed into all the holes, everywhere he tried to be at least somehow useful.
But, damn it, he never got a job. Because he told Aunt something wrong.
Well, he dumped, what to do - a mortgage.
The phenomenon of this Aunt is still inexplicable for him. Well, that is, her motives are just clear to me. It is not clear the attitude of business to such motives.
It is only clear how many people fell. And it is approximately clear how many of them have created their own franchise, or organized someone's branch in Chelyabinsk. In conversation, our guy, without straining, remembered nine.
One Lenka didn't fall down. Apparently, women somehow know how to understand each other.
The only criterion for getting a normal job or project was "Auntie likes it." Like this, without decryption, without a rider or a dress code. Either you like it or you don't. Sad.
Have you ever had this happen?
Summary
Man has a possessive instinct. My toy, my bike, my laptop.
Some bring that instinct to work.
They get some resources at their disposal, and consider them their own.
Projects, tasks, contracts, even furniture - the distribution rules become too personal.
Until such a “distributor” is caught by the hand and stopped, his possessive instinct is aggravated. It seems like, since no one complains, it means that everything is done correctly.
He already firmly believes that he is doing everything right. That he is the only one who understands who and what resources should get.
And people who failed to get along with the "owner" of the resource leave. Not because they couldn't, but because they didn't want to.
So, business, open the balls, as they say in the village.
Source: habr.com