The Trials and Turbulation
of Gorontalo
>> By : Yogie Andatu
F
or the eleventh wave of
implementation, I was assigned to
a small city named Gorontalo. The
first time I arrived there, I had had a lot of
qualms. As a newcomer, I would be telling
the existing distributors here what to do, and
I had been sure many wouldn’t like that.
I couldn’t be more wrong, though. Everybody
welcomed me like a second family there.
The distributors even helped me to find a
house that I’d call home for three weeks in
Gorontalo. Now, as friends, we connected
wonderfully. We had amazing lunches and
shared a lot of inside jokes.
Work was a different story. There were a lot of
communication errors, especially since they
had absolutely no idea about how Android
works. I had to teach them from ground zero,
from opening the application and simple
troubleshooting. Their schedule proved to
be quite an obstacle, too, and I found myself
shaking my head because of the amount of
time wasted. All in all, the process was long
and hard. Even after the whole thing was
done, there was still a lot of hiccups, ranging
from reception signal to the distributors’s
own blunders. Until now, they still contacted
me, mainly for troubleshooting issues, but
we still shoot a few jokes here and there, too.•
Courtesy of
Yovie Andatu
"Mobile Training
in Gorontalo"
the colors of pratesis / I / JULY 2016 #
19