Never had much truck with politics. I really don't have the mindset for it. Many of my current problems are stemming from people playing political games. I am paid to do a job, I do it and I do it well. My customer is happy, I make my company lots of money (of which I see very little). It irks me that to cover their own ass, people twist the meaning of my words to imply that I am to blame for things that I have no control over.
If you are unclear on something that I have written or said, ask me to clarify it. Jumping up and down and point you finger while shouting "He said this.", only serves to put me in a bad mood. It also tends to have me talk to the site supervisor who you have just bypassed, and have him go to the program vice president and lodge a formal complaint.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Heros
A buzz tingles my leg, distracting me from the lecture on laser dynamics I am giving. Mentally cursing I pull the small black annoyance out of my pocket, looking at the glowing screen I see "Where have all the heroes gone?". Ten Koreans look at me anxiously as I stare at the little phone dumbfounded.
Not sure where the heroes have gone, we seem to have killed them with lawyers and forced mediocrity. Fear of lawsuits keep many people from helping others when they can. The continued culling of personal responsibility keeps everyone in the "It's not my problem." warm fuzziness. Bit of a sad state we are falling into.
I remember my grandfather, a simple man. He was not what people would call an educated man, nor was he a rich man. He was born in a small town in Georgia, and with the exception of being drafted into WWII, lived there his whole life. You will never see his name in the history books, but he is who I have always thought of as a hero. He was a truly selfless person, he would give you his last possession if you needed it. He would sacrifice everything without thinking of repayment or any type of personal gain. He cared about people, and made time for them because is who he was. He was a good man, not by trying to be one, but just by being one.
To me that is a hero.
Not sure where the heroes have gone, we seem to have killed them with lawyers and forced mediocrity. Fear of lawsuits keep many people from helping others when they can. The continued culling of personal responsibility keeps everyone in the "It's not my problem." warm fuzziness. Bit of a sad state we are falling into.
I remember my grandfather, a simple man. He was not what people would call an educated man, nor was he a rich man. He was born in a small town in Georgia, and with the exception of being drafted into WWII, lived there his whole life. You will never see his name in the history books, but he is who I have always thought of as a hero. He was a truly selfless person, he would give you his last possession if you needed it. He would sacrifice everything without thinking of repayment or any type of personal gain. He cared about people, and made time for them because is who he was. He was a good man, not by trying to be one, but just by being one.
To me that is a hero.
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Remembering to breathe
Been ignoring my blog of late, not intentional, but with everything going on something had to give. For the last month or so I've been getting hit from all sides at once, and things have been escalating as of late. I'm hoping that things will calm down soon and I can get back to the task of simply being me. I'll be posting as time and mental state allow.
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