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Saturday, October 27, 2007

The autumn leaves

"Once upon a time there was a tavern,
Where we used to raise a glass or two.
Remember how we laughed away the hours,
and dreamed of all the great things we would do."

Without even realizing it, these day to day memories were nothing but the bricks of the new place we later called "home". The "home" we've all been dreaming of. The "home" we built ourselves. The "home" we were proud to show to everyone and invite new people into our "family" to live with us in it. They did like our "home", they actually liked it so much to the point that they wanted a permanent stay in it, and, pretty soon, the lucky ones of us where "the guests" and our "home" wasn't "ours" anymore.

Just tonight I stood before the tavern.
Nothing seemed the way it used to be.
In the glass I saw a strange reflection.
Was that lonely man really me?

What could I say, the best days of my life? For sure. They were too short? Oh yes definitely.
Creation is extremely enjoyable. Creating with your friends is the most enjoyable thing ever. Creating a common thing while creating lifelong common friends, that's even more enjoyable. And don't get me started with "creating memories with your real friends". That's just priceless. That alone is worth the while.

Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle.
Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié...
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle,
Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi.

Whether we left in glory or in shame. Whether we left in peace or in pieces, all of this doesn't matter. We knew this day would come. We knew it wasn't gonna last.
We were just too swept into the idea of "our home",
to the point that we forgot it was actually nothing but a hotel room... Checkout at 11:10.

Try looking at tomorrow, not yesterday
and all the things you left behind.

All those tender words, you did not say,
the gentle touch you couldn't find.
In these days of nameless faces,
there is no one truth but only pieces.
My life is all I have to give.
DARE to live, until the very last.
DARE to live, forget about the past.
DARE to live, giving something of yourself to others.
Even when it seems there's nothing more left to give

Office 306, "Through the other's eye"

(If you don't have clue about what I'm talking about, look at the post called "office 306" first)

" The ARROGANCE...!!!

The guy knows office 306 very well. He knows how it looks like, how it smells, how it works. He knows it even before getting his promotion. He knew that getting a promotion would mean more responsibilities, including, surviving office 306 the way it is. He knew it from the beginning.

The guy comes with his "team", they look at the office with disgust as if they were transferred from the empire state building and says "that's it, we're gonna redecorate the office".


But we don't want pink... we didn't ask for pink... and we won't accept pink. He thinks he's the right one. He sees he can do it by force. Well, sorry deary, that ain't gonna happen while I'm here. No one steps into my office and impose changes.

I mean the moment I had comments on the colors of his previous office, the moment I expressed myself and tried to impose changes in his domain he came and told me "focus on your work and let me do mine in peace". Now he comes and says "you're doing it all wrong, I'm gonna clean this place myself"???


Want a pink office? create a new one for yourself and paint it in pink.

He's going down.
All of them are going down.
Even if I'd have to abuse my rights as "the boss".
Even if I'd have to "Create" new rights for me.
Even if I'd have to lie.
Even if I'd have to forge.
Even if I'd have to ban.
Even if I'd have to suspend.
Even if I'd have to plot.
Even if I'd have to sabotage whatever they're planning.
Even if I'd have to kick them all from the entire company, and make sure they don't get hired anywhere else.

It doesn't matter. What matters is the outcome. I know I'm right, I'll do whatever is necessary.
After all, I'm not doing it for myself, I'm just a facilitator, I'm doing what the citizens want.

Justice is served."

Friday, October 26, 2007

Where are those names?

Well.. hmm.. they're coming, for sure.. when I feel like it. For now I prefer the abstract imagery.
When I don't mention it's either that this applies on many people, or, that it applies on me personally. Don't even try to guess the hidden meaning behind my words. Chances are there are none.

Monday, October 22, 2007

Office 306, or, the story of an imbecile.

Your team and you got a promotion at work and your boss gave you a new office, office number 306.

You know you wouldn't last more than a year or two in it. You know other people will follow you and have this office for a year or two as well.

Office 306 has been the same for 30 years now.
The first day you enter office 306 it is the shock of your life:
- The chairs are broken
- The desk is buried under tons of garbage and cigarettes
- The floor lodges hundreds of all sorts of bugs
- The windows are blackened by layers and layers of dust
- The room stinks like yesterday's dippers.

Maybe you're being too picky but you find this place "inappropriate for any sort of work conduction".

Yet, surprisingly, you realize it has been left like that for 30 years and not one employee's soul took the bold and daring decision to call the janitor or to simply, open the window to let some air inside.

Your colleagues pass by, some of them were past residents of this stinking office, others will pass by it in the very near future. They look at your office from outside and shout out-loud "what a mess... this place needs to undergo major change". Those who escaped from it say "thanks god I'm finally out of this mess" those who plan for a promotion have nightmares about having to spend a year in it.

You get the keys of office 306 and with it and this office becomes yours till the next "victim" is here. You get inside, sit on your chair, and discover on daily basis new species of spider, new colors of rotten food.
One day the chair your sitting on collapses on the floor while you're on it, rats eat your important documents and a piece of glass of your blackened window breaks missing your head by a millimeter. After your recover from this death defying incidence, and while attempting to reposition the broken glass in its place, you and your team take a look through this small break in the window's glass and see the most breathtaking view:

Yep, you see Disneyland... Your office had a direct view on Disneyland and no one realized it yet. Generations after generations of employees never tried to clean this window and therefore, never realized the real potentials of office 306. They were too busy celebrating HAVING an office and too busy making sure they got an even bigger office with a bigger chair next time, to the point that they didn't even think of "discovering" what this office can offer.

And that's it, the most outrageous idea pops into your mind. How about, RESTORING that office? Redecorating it? to return it to its real beauty? the initial state it had 30 years ago. A place that is encouraging for real work, satisfactory for all its guests, with a crystal clear window that enables everyone to see what this office can offer: A Disneyland. The idea takes its time in your team's minds. They think through, discuss every aspect of it, realize how effort-consumming something like this would be, but, they're willing to take that challenge. Some of them really care about the cause. Others want to join just to be on the "glorious side".

Immediately you draw sketches, you take measurements, you evaluate the time factor and how much it will cost. You go to your boss, explain to him the situation, tell him about the real potentials of this place and how great it would be if it returned to its full glory. The boss looks at you, takes your sketches and tells you: "This is office 306, it has always been like this and will always remain like this. I know it's crappy, but this is the way office 306 smells like, this is the way office 306 looks like. And this is how it will always be."

You return to office 306 and with an adrenaline rush that no one has ever had, you and your team decide "ok then, we're gonna draw new sketches, buy the paint, buy the furniture, bring insecticide and buy a new window. BUT, we shall leave the old stuff, including the old window, intact. When everything is ready and waiting for the ok, we can present our plans to our colleagues and see if they want to work in a "stunning office" or in a piece of junkyard."

You spend your own money, you go up and down the stairs a million time, you buy everything, you draw your new sketches waiting for their actual execution once you have discussed it with your colleagues, all of this while doing your best to do your normal, routine work, as efficiently as possible. People feel the action going on inside office 306, they don't know what you're doing but they know you're doing something. You don't wanna spoil the whole thing so you just tell me "just wait and see". Of course, when it comes to real work, when it comes to real effort, the real "believers" of your team show up while the "I'm here for the glory" just watch the others work and comment.

And now here you go, you're almost ready to present your offer. But, what's this? apparently, your boss, together with some of your colleagues decided to sabotage your initiative before you even complete it. They go and declare your office, office 306, "not a part of the building". Does this make any sense? of course not. What does it even mean? well, they don't care, they just did it. As if this isn't enough, they go and "ban" you and your team from even accessing your office, doing your work, parking your park, talking to them, going to the toilet, and all sorts of absurdities you can't even imagine.

Of course, here the "passive" members of your team hurry to say they were against your initiative to begin with. Coincidence? of course not. They didn't believe in it from the start.
You say "fine, you banned me and decided office 306 is not part of your building? very well then, I will continue my dream and make it come true myself since it's not of your business anymore, and, once it's done, I'll AGAIN give you the choice of joining in". You know it might take you and your team more than the time you would have spent normally in that office in order to finish this work, but you also know that this exceptional state is the only way to make it. After all, it's not like the office was "a great place to be" to begin with. (Believe it or not, MANY of your colleagues thought so). Although you made it clear and they know very well you will leave it once it's done.

You are such a pitiful individual, you know?. You keep on getting slapped on the face day after day and, instead of being helped by your colleagues, encouraged by your boss, or even "left in peace", they go and tell security, they even plot to sabotage all what your doing, till the end, till the very end.

You're almost done. The New and LIVABLE office 306 is almost ready. The walls have been painted, the furniture has been replaced, the insects have been eradicated, you installed an air conditioner, you even put a voice commanded light switch. Now here you go, the final step, you're installing your new window. The window that will enable you, your team and every future cohabitant of this new and improved office 306, to discover a fantastic world of dreams come-true, believes, hard work, and magic. A world of family time, a world that will never be completed as long as there is imagination left in the world. A Disney world.

You stand on a ladder, hold the giant window with your team, puts it into position and begin installing. Finally, your efforts will see the light of day. Finally, the sacrifices you made will be rewarded by seeing an outcome: A place that will be suitable for all, organized, cozy and with no limits for work and progress potentials.

Yet, guess what, your non-believing team-mates are against you now. One of them looks from the other side of the building while you're focusing on installing the window. This guy simply takes a pair of scissors, jumps into your office and, before you even get the chance to turn back, he plants the scissors in your back.
You shout of the agonizing pain of betrayal and let yourself fall off the ladder, breaking through the glass you and your team were just installing. And you all fall through that broken window of your dream office.

The dream is gone.

You land on the floor, in the middle of street, with pieces of glass tearing your skin still barring the spots of the office's paint. With your past team-mate's pair of scissors in your back. With your dedicated team members corpes lying all around you. Their blood united for real this time. As you try to stand up, your work colleagues point at you through the broken glass you were just installing, lough out loud "a wicked victory laugh" and say "you wanted a glass window for office 306? Drink it ba2a".

You get up, thinking of the injuries you have on every side of your body, those martyrs lying next to you that sacrificed everything they had for this same cause, of the effort you did to make this place the way it really should be, all the money you have lost on the restoration material, the pay cheques you didn't get after being "banned", and, the work your team have done over this past year that was totally neglected by all.

You were wrong my dear.

You wanted to do the right thing, that's a good thing, it's true.
You wanted to offer big potentials to your future colleagues and a better working place, that's a good thing as well.
You had no trouble sacrificing your time, effort, money, credibility, honor and career for this cause, that's stupid but a good thing nevertheless.

But my dear, that's wasn't enough... not at all
No no, you thought past employees didn't do anything about office 306 because they were too lazy. The truth is, noone did anything about it because "they simply want to keep it this way".

Not only your collegues, but also your boss, your family, your brother and even, the building security... Why, the entire country prefers it this way. They don't care about REAL BIGTIME work, they don't care about what's right, they don't care about "seeing potentials", they don't care about a good working place. They only care about getting all the benifits they can get during their one year time in this office and then leave it to something else.

I hope you learned from your mistakes. I hope you realized that "dreaming", "believing", "morals", "integrities", "family", "support", "honnesty" and what you used to called "human emotions" are just the kind of things you shouldn't expect from 99% of the population. The remaining 1% are the real treasure your earned from this.

I know one thing though... You're the most stubborn person ever, and, as long as your real friends you have earned from this tragedy are next to you, you're not done you. You won't give it, maybe differently, but you won't... Maybe you'll correct your mistakes, but by all means, I know very well that "It ain't over till you say it's over". That's sooo typical of you.

Friday, October 19, 2007

Yzma and her Throne

"Yzma: And so, it is with great sadness that we mourn the sudden departure of our beloved prince, taken from us so tragically on the very eve of his birthday.
Kronk: [sobbing] Poor little guy.
Yzma: His legacy will live in our hearts...
Kronk: He never had a chance.
Yzma: ...for all eternity.
Yzma: Well, he ain't getting any deader! Back to work.... It's SHOOOOOOW TIME The Throne is mine mine mine I tell you."

WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL WITH THAT CHAIR....??? I mean WHY is it that important? Is there a craving for power you've been having since your first day in this world? Are you trying to compensate a defect in your real life? Have you always been "the governed" to the point that you are ready to do ANYTHING to become "the governor"?

But why Yzma? Why do you do that? after all, it's just a chair. AND, guess what? It's not EVEN REMOTELY comfortable... Ask me, been there, done that.

Is it worth it? really.. be honest, for once, and tell me, was it worth it? was it worth loosing people's trust, admiration, respect, and friendships (btw, I'm talking about REAL people, not your minions)? Nevermind nevermind, I forgot you only cared about yourself. Was it worth the headache? Just the headache?

But Yzma, it's not like your opinion didn't count before. It's not like you were totally neglected. It's not like you didn't have THE POWER... On the contrary, in our "country" our citizens have MUCH more power than the government. So what's the big deal Yzma? what's the big deal?

Now you got it, you got your chair, everyone who wanted one got it (or almost everyone), on this glorious 30th of June of the year of fortune. Now that you got it. Now as your sitting-deprived, craving-for-rest, gluteal muscles, exhausted by a lifetime of standing restlessly; now that they have finally found "A chair" to rest upon. Tell me now: Is it comfortable? are you at ease now? is this the "throne" you've been dreaming of day and night. Planning, plotting, lying, murdering... Now tell me, how do you feel?

Because let me tell you something dear Yzma.. You've been tricked... You forgot to wear your glasses my dear.
This isn't a "throne". It's an electric chair.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
You've seen me on it for the last couple of months.
Don't say you didn't notice.
YOU were the one pushing the "ON" button, remember?

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Redefining friendship

The notion of "friend" has been undergoing the most radical face lifts over the past 2 years.

Before getting philosophical, let me tell you a story of a freak.

- Freak element number one: Yes, I was educated in a boys only school. (except 2 years, more about that later)
- Freak element number two: When I left school to join this amazing faculty of medicine, I had only 1 real friend from school (I didn't see him since 5 years now except twice by chance).
- Freak element number three: During my first 3 years in medicine, I had a group of around 15 friends I met in the faculty. That would have been great, but I have to be honnest: They were all girls...!!!!

So, all of this to tell you that I was never what you can call "a friendships-guy".

I joined the SSS 4 years ago. During these 4 years... This side of me underwent the biggest chain of changes in its history. Maybe because of the work environment. Propably because I met new, different people. Definetly because I had to meet the REAL FREAKS as well as the REAL LARGER THAN LIFE Human beings...

Monday, October 15, 2007

The "citizen"

The "member" of the SSS is its building block. The "citizen" of this "country" has been given practically all the rights of any citizen of the free world. The right of speech, the right of freedom, the right of choosing his leaders, the right of becoming a leader, the right of choosing his destiny, the right of being obnoxious.

Isn't this lovely? I mean, this is exactly what my fellow board members and I believed in for the entire year of my term: To make every member who earns this title, able to shape his "own SSS". We believed, we hoped, we did it. We recruited members of SSS. Oriented them, gave them those rights, showed them how to use them. The perfect picture of the perfect country, isn't it? Well... we were WRONG... OH YES.... we were SOOOO wrong. Wrong beyond all reasons.

We were so eager to GIVE those rights that we totally missed the most important point. They first have to EARN those rights. They have to MATURE enough before getting them. Otherwise, you're giving a fire gun to a kid without educating him on how to use it properly and making sure he got it. The first thing he'll do is use it, to eliminate all sources of power that pose a threat to him. Next, he's gonna reinforce "order" the way HE sees it. And finally, he's gonna make sure no one else takes his gun, or any other gun for that matter.

Guess what, this is EXACTLY what happened: One day, you're explaining to your members "what is SSS", "It's bylaws", how to "run for elections", how to "call for extra-ordinary General Assemblies"...etc. The next day, they use all those "rights" you've given them and told them how to use. They use it ON YOU. Why? well, simply because you're the only bigger "power". Sick, isn't it? Now, come to think of it, it was sooo predictable, the typical human behaviour. We just couldn't believe it can happen one day. We were blinded by concepts that turned out to be absent in this community "appreciation", "gratitude" and "respect".

They transformed us into "the Beast", gathered, assembled their different goals and interests, and directed them towards one target. To "Kill the beast". They first made sure everyone of them had a gun, and PAM, they fired at will.

Gaston wanted to marry Belle. But Belle totally neglected this "handsome fellow" and actually fell for the Beast. Gaston couldn't believe it. I mean, "she left him for the beast", so, he went to the villagers and told them how dangerous this Beast is. How cruel, brutal and threatening to their children and families. In a minute, those "angry villagers" grabbed their guns and torches and went on "to kill the beast". NO ONE ever thought "hey, but this "beast" never harmed us by any means, why should we kill him?".

In all mobs you have "the leaders" and "the angry villagers". In SSS we also had "the leaders", blinded by this raging jealousy and eagerness for power, and also, of course, "the angry villagers". The angry villagers who know nothing about anything who just go with the flow and sing the chorus of this mob song. "Kill the beast"

The beast, weakened by the sense of betray, doesn't fight back. Yet, the moment when he sees Belle and realizes she didn't betray him, he gets up and fights back Gaston and his mob. He ends up by winning and holding gaston by the neck over the castle's balcony. He is about to throw him. The "strong and powerful" Gaston cries and begs him like a baby, to let him go. The beast does THE BIGGEST MISTAKE EVER... The SAME mistake we did: He feels pity and LETS HIM GO. And of course, you know the rest of the story. He turns back to go to his beloved Belle only to feel the agonizing pain of Gaston's knife penetrating his back.

So now, where do we stand? We've been killed by our sons and daughters using the same weapons we offered them one day. And THAT my friend, is the ugliest feeling one can have. The feeling of "stupidity".

The irony? Now that the "common target" has been disposed off (the beast, a.k.a. Us). They're shooting at each other. By time, they'll find another "beast" and they'll shout "kill the beast". Sick? noooo it's "human".