Thursday, September 20, 2007

Shilpa

So Shilpa arrived on the island yesterday afternoon.

It's fantastic having her here.

In light of this, it is unlikely I will be posting anything over the next few days. But here are some things I've been putting off - you can look forward to these next week:
  • How to catch a chicken in Bermuda
  • Home is glorious. Commuting will always suck.
  • Why they may be afraid of me.
Shil's here for about 5 days - she leaves next Monday, heading back to Toronto (and subsequently leaves for Scotland on Tuesday).

Monday, September 10, 2007

Why I May Never Move Here

A recent grocery bill:
  • A bag of BBQ chips - $5.55
  • 2L bottle of Coca-Cola - $3.80
  • 2 lbs of potato salad - $16.49
Nuff said.

Sunday, September 2, 2007

Feeling Good

Things that instantly put me in a good mood:
  1. Sunlight
  2. Friendly strangers
Now I find myself in a nation which has both of these in abundance.

The job, which was incredibly overwhelming at first, is now starting to make a little more sense, and I feel like I know what I'm supposed to do and where I can make a difference.

Last night I made friends with some local Bermudians, all in their twenties. Obscure connection - they were friends of my cousin's former residence don. Yeah, obscure. But you gotta make friends any way you can, right? All of them were really cool; friendly and fun-loving with great attitudes. The main activity of the night was a game of poker, in which the losers were punished with 50 pushups and the winner received a toy car. This happens every month. And a bunch of the guys like Jiu Jitsu. Naturally, we got along great.

So the job outlook is positive, new friends, sunlight, and a friendly culture. I'm definitely starting to warm up to the idea of living here, for as long as another year. Perhaps I shouldn't jinx it; the honeymoon will surely wear off. But for now, I'm loving life.

Spent today at the beach, which was awesome. White sand, warm water (crystal clear), and Harry Potter made for a relaxing day.

Saturday, September 1, 2007

Bermudian Business is Screwed Up

--- Warning: this post will bore some ---


So people from home always ask what in god's name I'm doing here. So here's the answer.

Bermuda is a terrible place to do business.

First, there's a palpable tension between two business cultures: British and American. The British culture is pervasive throughout the island: they love premier league football, they spell colour with a 'u', and they are generally polite (with pleasantries, etc).

A lot of the business is very British as well. They avoid confrontation, preferring understated, subtle (even sarcastic) remarks. They are very hierarchical. They dress very formally, but still do silly things like Bermuda shorts and knee-socks.

A lot of American culture is present as well. I come home from work and watch American sitcoms on American channels. Tourism is a major part of the economy, and guess where tons of the tourists come from? There's even a Kentucky Fried Chicken on the island (apparently the only fast food franchise allowed to set up shop here, and the paperwork was hell). A ton of investment comes from American money, which means that there are a lot of Americans filling big finance roles.

They operate a little differently. Generally speaking, American business favours confrontation. They like flat (or just plain confusing) organizational structures, promoting a pretense of equality. They don't book as many meetings; and things often get done in informal chats in the hallways.

So Bermuda is a little confused sometimes. The Brits and the Americans try to play nice, but they're often speaking different languages.

The second reason Bermuda is a weird place to do business is the size of the businesses vs. the size of the population. There are only 60,000 people in all of Bermuda, but somehow the investment banks manage billions of dollars in assets every day. This is extremely disproportionate compared to the small labour force that is here supporting it. So they import accountants and other professionals from around the globe to augment the workforce: about 30% of Bermuda’s workforce are non-Bermudians. So we have a further mish-mash of styles and methods.

Finally, nothing is regulated. In Canada, a bank has rules it has to follow, most of which we are unaware of and take for granted. Our money is insured (we give it to them, they have to give it back; it’s the law). Our information is protected (several times over). The services are backed by guarantees, and they have detailed plans in case of emergencies.

In Bermuda they have no plans. They have no backups. And a humourous amount of the infrastructure is made up of makeshift solutions.

This is a problem.

We fix problems. That's why we're here.