… see also:

Pragmatic Way Of Sinking

As we spend at least one third of our life working hard to make someone else rich or richer, it is reasonable to spend some time writing about this thing which I have seen all my life as “my hell in earth”. This statement pointing to the fact that I spend that much time of my life laboring it is not new in this blog. I have already said it several times. I will keep saying it until I decide and implement the solution, which is always an alternative for everyone, known as “I’m free, I’m laboring for myself”. Laboring(1) is really a pain in the ass(2) even if what we do is what we always thought we would like to do ever since. I am not entirely against Capitalism but there are a couple of capitalist practices I am not absolutely fond of. Essentially, Capitalism is what keeps us moving on.

Every corporation lives supported by our inability to take decisions or, sometimes, for us to take them as fast as the situation requires. For some people, taking a decision hurts. For other people, taking a decision it is much beyond the task they have defined for their own life. Other, take decisions without knowing they are practicing the act of deciding. Finally, many other think they are deciding, yet they are just transmitting other’s decisions. Taking the right decision, within the right timing, in the right place with the right people is a hell of an odyssey. These, the ones being able of taking decisions in the proper way, are only few and, effectively, the special ones!

Every corporation survives daily supported on people with the inability of measuring the problem they are facing. The slogan “don’t be part of the problem, be part of the solution” it is nice and might bring some efficiency, assuming that people is able to detect the problem and after that have at least a single clue about what might be the solution. That is elementary: without equation, there is no solution for the equation. Equating a situation it is not a task for every of us. Even if you are able to equating, resolving the equation it is not a task for every of us, as well. If, after all, you already have the equation, you resolve it and get the result, it is not a task for every of us to get the right result. But if you are one of those Einsteins populating the world and you finally get the equation, resolve it, get the result and this is the right one, is still not a task for every of us to apply the solution. How about that?

Short Ladder

It is impressive the amount of people surrounding me, day after day, in the same place, at the same time, venerating the same god(3), moving like zombies expecting the lucky day when they are announced to be the only winners of “EuroMillions Lottery”. It is almost crashing the feeling of watching so many co-workers totally convinced they are being exploited by their boss and they are earning a salary much below the one they think they would deserve. It is almost surreal to see this amount of people over-evaluating their skills and their labor, complaining all the time about their “low” wages and always under-estimating the relevance of the colleague next to her/him. All this, in a country where more than 80% of the population blame the government (no matter what color it is) for its miserable situation. I hope people from this country will understand, some day, that the State it is not a third person…

I usually say that most of the people in this labor network rather wish to be bluffed than to face the reality. The naked and raw reality hurts, doesn’t it! It is not easy to have someone in front of us telling us we are no more than a simple tooth in a (probably) well lubricated system of tooth wheels. It would knock us out to listen from an arrogant person, who will turn to ash and dust as much as we will do, tough words saying we are doing the very same task for two or three decades and even so we are not doing it properly. The fact is, that most people do a wrong evaluation of the situation they are sunk in. It is also a fact that most people cannot get the right tool for fixing a specific problem. It is still a fact, also, that there are too many people living a boring life in their job convinced that they were born to be workaholics, they forbid themselves of getting sick, they place everything else before their job and finally, they feel great when they are receiving that nice watch, bought in some Chinese shop, from their boss who is, full of splendor and respect, thanking him/her for the forty years (or more) of unconditional dedication to the corporation. For instance, how daring is the job of a lady spending ten to twenty years just clearing and processing invoices? What happens if she is mistaken in a couple of euros? Stops the corporation? Starts an international war? Causes lay-off? Nop… She has only to repeat the clearing and processing as many times as required to get a result that everybody already knows. Human beings? So cute we are…

Some corporations suffer of a typical disease which normally happens in multinational companies installed in Portugal: their staff are inductively efficient people! Meaning? While Sonae, a huge Portuguese industrial group, is large because its owner, Belmiro de Azevedo, is a highly bossy CEO, some companies’ efficiency is due to the fact that Portuguese people is normally very much foreigners underlying. The good part of it comes from the fact that the company might be well ranked within its economical/industrial group, the bad part of it is that nobody learns much when is moving on an inductive efficiency basis. Why? What will happen when the inductor just goes away? As a matter of fact, the best companies in Portugal either are bossy style or multinationals. Our Economy sucks, unemployment is rising, poverty as well and when one gets to know the attitude of many of Portuguese workers, it gets very clear why we are compared to Greece… Generally, when Portuguese workers are inquired about who is, in their opinion, the responsible for the less good things in their companies, they will reply at once: the boss! After that, they just keep going on with their boring work with no guiltiness feelings. What a bunch of mushrooms!

A normal company moving within a typical industrial environment can only exist based on labor supplied by normal people. If the company is not predominantly oriented to research and development or, in other words, if it is a normal productive company, then normal people is what the company needs to recruit. It makes no sense to insist in highly skilled people owning high academic degrees if what you just want them to do is no more no less than repeating simple tasks. However, the actual labor market in Portugal could not be worse. Portuguese universities are producing too many PhDs, too many university qualified people: supply is exceeding demand! Furthermore, Portuguese universities are not (yet) producing the right university qualified people considering our commerce and industry needs. No wonder that some corporations are hiring university qualified people by the kilo! When this happens, meaning, when you sell yourself at any price, who the hell cares, at the board level, about worker motivation? Self-realization? Career perspective?

One of these days I had to explain to a colleague of mine the difference between a “prostitute” and a “mercenary”, in the context of labor domain. First of all I need to go back to a concept I already wrote here about: I sell my ability of converting my skills to profit to my company while this, the company, just pay my services(4). Being so, I classify myself, within the labor domain, a mercenary. You might think that mercenaries often fight for a cause besides money. I am not talking about those (if they exist). My pragmatic view of life has driven me to this position: while I get compensations (not necessarily material ones) I will be at my company’s service. I do not negotiate wages at any price. A prostitute, negotiates wages at any (convenient) price. Prostitution is a profession. Mercenarism, not. Prostitutes, might have to sell body and soul. Mercenaries, none of them (very often they do not even own a soul). I am target oriented, I usually get very bored when chit chat is in the order of the day and I do not waste time blaming people when things go wrong or not that much right. Mutual respect is mandatory but goals are my business. I cannot stand “yes man”, “9 to 5”, “ass licker”, “white-collar”, “wearing company’s colors” and other type of amorphous people spending their life polishing their boss’ shoes.

Ms. MM usually says she loves her job. She is working for the same institution for approximately two decades. I know her for a while (a big while, I should say) and I cannot find anything in her job that would make me happy. She is doing the very same tasks, every day, with the very same people, facing the very same problems, in the very same building, aiming the very same goal (none!), sitting on the very same chair, at the very same desk, in the very same body posture, showing the very same smile, lunching at the very same place at the very same time, earning the very same salary, hearing the very same promises from her boss, complaining about the very same frustrations, processing the very same files with the very same MS Office and waiting everyday for the very same tomorrow. I am already feeling nauseas after writing this “very same” expression all these times and I am typing for about a couple of seconds only! Imagine, the very same “very same” expression during twenty years! I shyly have tried to ask her how could she be happy with her job carrying all those “very same” things for all that time gone and the time that is coming (cause she is doing nothing to change a single bit of her life). It did not work! How could it work? Ms. MM loves her job plenty of unlimited routines in every detail of her working day. Why am I still that much stupid and I still try to put some color in colorless lives? Shame on me…

Life is short. We spend one third of our life asleep and another third laboring. Remaining time is used for many other activities with what, probably, we will get some pleasure. Probability of a sheep-style worker being a sheep-style human being is enormous. Isn’t it? Probability of a non self-driven worker to be a non self-driven person is high. Isn’t it? Corporations have no much space for self-driven professionals. The image from the movie The Wall, where red-black hammers are marching on synchronized at the sound of a command voice, is still an icon, still actual. Empowerment(5) is a nice bullshit frequently sold by behavior makers hired by large corporations. Paradoxically, the major part of managers I have known are empowered with the authority to hold decisions until their boss tell them what to do. When they are told to do this or that, they can then show how much they have got from training actions like “Team Leadership” and “Communication Techniques” because they have to transfer those orders they have received by giving the impression they have been the ones designing and taking those same decisions. So cute, they are…

Short Ladder

Oh, the times they’re a-changin… I am sure you will like to read the next text because if you are still reading this post you deserve to be called a survivor, you deserve to be challenged even more in one of your (here demonstrated) great skills: patience!

Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who
That it’s namin’.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside
And it is ragin’.
It’ll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin’.
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’.

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin’.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’.

Finally, you are maybe inquiring yourself about the reason which made me to place here this song from Bob Dylan. Do not worry, do not waste your brain with trivial things because there was no special reason for it. I have just had a flash when I thought “the times they are a changin’” and it came up to my mind a celebrity of other times. If the lyrics fit or not to this post’s matter, I will let that conclusion for a sharp and bright guy like you because, if I were a sharp and bright guy, I would not be here writing this post, which is an humble expression of my actual philosophical state.

May the gods be with you…

  1. I could say “working” but for some reason that I have not found yet, the verb “working” carries me on to the Laws of Physics and to the mathematical concept of “work”: W=F.r (simplified formula).
  2. How I love this very American expression! You have no idea of how much… Maybe it is because I find it very similar to “ass licker”, an expression I use very often and I intend to use in this post, further on.
  3. I would believe in God if it would exist but here I am not talking about religion but only referring to the CEO of any corporation. A matter of humor…
  4. I do not care that my services are paid below the profit my company gets through them because that is the rule of the game everywhere. The only escape to this is you to work for yourself.
  5. I still remember that training action I made part of, as a student, in Germany, having as teacher an American trainer. I had to read the book “The Empowered Manager”, by Peter Block, prior to the course and I did it passionately. I had then the opportunity to be in touch with concepts I still have in mind nowadays.

New Look

Nop, not about me… This blog is now totally refurbished. Why? Because WordPress has been upgraded to 2.9.1 and previous theme “Freshy2″ is no longer following up! Hélàs, because I really liked it.

This time, the blog has been cleaned up. The result is a weblog looking now like a bride: simple and pure. Eventually smiling, eventually not. My last talk to someone white, or simple, and pure, was a kind of social disaster. What a shame. Shame on me.

Anyhow, this blog is keeping the bridge. Everybody needs a bridge. Or two… Or maybe more!
May the gods be with you…

Family Guy

The Griffin family (Brian, Lois, Peter, Stewie, Chris and Meg) is supposed to be a portrait of a typical American family and Family Guy is an animated television sitcom on Fox Broadcasting Company intended to be another reference to the American culture, whatever that might mean. I am not an unconditional follower but I must confess I get very much amused, normally, when I watch any of those many episodes from this serial.

A family guy is supposed to be a man very much family principles oriented in such a way that, when we get in touch with this designation, it sounds like we are talking about someone, a male, aiming the construction and maintenance of a family since his very first moment as a live being. “Family Guy” sounds good on a “let’s be normal people” stand point. Clearly, I cannot imagine any Portuguese family reviewing themselves in this Griffin family but it seems many American people do. Do they? I spent some time in USA, a couple of years ago, but I had no chance to have any contact with a typical American family, meaning, my knowledge about American culture(1) is fundamentally based on reading magazines and watching TV.

Stewie Griffin

I hate family guys (or gals). Stewie Griffin is my favorite character. All the other characters get very close to typical “everywhere” father, mother, brother and sister, but I never met, or heard about, any dog resembling Peter. I easily understand the need of a family core to support the mental, spiritual and even physical integrity of a man or woman. I do!! But I hate family guys (or gals).

Portuguese families are a case of potential despair. The level of personal leveraging(2) is frightening, the social, religious and political values are totally mixed up and are altogether the right spices for the formation of a family life with a high explosive potential.

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Educational Psychology: The Mother-Child Relationship
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I see stress. I see pain. I see incomprehension. I see no tolerance. I see consumerism. I see competition. I see resignation. I see ostentation. I see cosmetics. I see anguish. I see anxiety. I see mechanization. I see eccentricity. I see fashion. I see “loaniness”. I see no mercy. I see divorce. I see wasted childhood. I see gay fields. I see parental advise. I see saturation. I see luxury. I see favelas(3). I see no crucifix in classrooms. I see Che on Patricinhas’ t-shirts. I see no planes in the sky. I see idolatry. I see burkas. I see pity. I see a nobel(4) war leader. I see gay marriage. I see short sight…

…to be continued

Meanwhile, may the gods be with all family guys currently shopping like crazies in these last nights before Christmas. A Merry Christmas to you too…

  1. For a huge amount of Europeans, the “American culture” is pure fictional. In fact, the 308,053,215 USA citizens deserve in general a very low quotation from Europeans when Culture and International Politics are the topics on discussion.
  2. Maybe this is a too much technical word (Finances) considering that “leverage” is defined as “The use of debt financing, or property of rising or falling at a proportionally greater amount than comparable investments. For example, an option is said to have high leverage compared to the underlying stock because a given price change in the stock may result in a greater increase or decrease in the value of the option.”. Sorry! I don’t know a better or popular word to use here to translate the Portuguese expression “endividamento pessoal”.
  3. A “favela” is the Brazilian equivalent of a shanty town, which are generally found on the edge of the city. They have electricity, but often not formally. “Favelas” are constructed from a variety of materials, ranging from bricks to garbage. Many “favelas” are very close and very cramped. They are plagued by sewage, crime and hygiene problems. Although many of the most infamous are located in Rio de Janeiro, there are “favelas” in almost every large Brazilian town. The name originates from a species of plant with thorny leaves that grows in the semi-arid North-East region. Refugees and former soldiers involved in the Canudos Civil War (1895-1896) in Bahia would eventually settle on unreclaimed public land on a hill in Rio de Janeiro called Morro da Providência, because the government failed to provide any housing for them. The former soldiers named their new settlement Morro da Favela after the plant which had thrived at the site of a famous victory against the rebels. – in Wikipedia
  4. A reference to Alfred Bernhard Nobel (1833-1896), Swedish scientist and industrialist who established the Nobel Prize, inventor of dynamite.

Cohen’s Sisters

Lisbon, July 30th – Yep, just a joke: The Webb Sisters are not his’ but they are very much fan of him, I have learnt. I was still young when I drove, by July this year, together with my wife down to the capital of this tiny country almost falling down from Europe into the Atlantic ocean. The target was the famous Pavilhão Atlântico where a star, a 75 years old one, was going to tell Portuguese how can a Canadian gentleman be like.

That is true, Cohen again! If my memory is not betraying me, this is the third time I write a post here about the superb, now senior, Leonard Cohen. The only difference now is that I am aiming those marvellous “birds” he introduced to us in that show which I will never forget, if my memory will not betray me: The Webb Sisters. What else, besides the image and sound you can get here below (on the JW FLV Player(1) I use in all my web applications), can be said? This time, words are not necessary, I guess. This is also a clear evidence, I must confess, that sometimes something really good is coming from UK…

The videos you may watch here contain both the same song by the very same gorgeous singers. However, one was recorded in Lisbon (you don’t see me but I am there) and the other (with better quality) in Belfast, North Of Ireland – UK(2), this year. The third video? Well, the sisters also sing without the commander but it is not the same stuff… May the gods be still with Cohen… And with the sisters too!

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  1. Care about your Internet connection quality. If speed is low, watching these FLV movies will be a huge test to your patience…
  2. Exactly, that very one territory where England gives live training to their troops and clear lessons about common wealth, freedom of choice and other bla, bla, blas about new order and new civilization… It is also used for university dissertations about what is illegal terrorism (Irish Republican Army or IRA) and legal terrorism (England). You know, on the very same basis England gave lessons about the illegal piracy (those fellows really called pirates) and the legal one (the ones “made in England”, called «corsairs»).

Ms. Mercy Came For a Cup of Tea…

Tea is a fine drink, pretty tasty as much as scotch. Both of them very much socializing oriented. Chic ladies usually meet at evening for a cup of tea and some fat free buttered toasts. Drinking tea is not only a British attitude. However, they are the most worldwide known bigger tea consumers, even if in fact they are not(1).

Lately, I have been realizing that I am performing a character, since decades, which is the mixed up result of putting together the movie “Alice's Adventures in Wonderland” and “The Wizard of Oz”. I am now adding to that character a little bit of “A Trick Of The Tail” from Genesis, the former British band, mixed with the mind flashback which brought me memories of stories we all hear about nice ladies sitting in fine tea houses, drinking scotch from the cup made of fine porcelain, where normally high society British ladies drink tea with a drop of fat milk(2).

This post was born this morning while I was driving my brand new Mazda3 (What??!!?? I have no money for better than that!) with the simple intention of arriving at the plant where I am working at. Then I have found myself doing that painful journey while listening to Johnny Cash, coming out of my old nüvi360 Garmin GPS which is capable of being used as mp3 player connected to my car’s stereo(3). All of a sudden this title, “Ms. Mercy Came For a Cup Of Tea”, started ping-ponging inside my brain, sunk in anger, just because I have been forced by the power of circumstances to realize that my actual boss is that kind of executive who contributes very much to convert the theory from the famous The Peter Principle (mentioned in my post here) to a live practice.

Isn’t this beautiful? I would call it a “philosophical stone” rolling down an old Dark Ages style street, still paved by cubes of hard course-grained rock.

May the gods be with you…

  1. India is the source for such a good tea you may find at Britain. India is also the source for one of the upmost miserable colonization and decolonization processes ever have seen in Earth. Thanks to UK…
  2. I have no idea why they add milk to the tea (sounds silly!). Even so, I always imagine the milk they use as being that one very very fat, like if it were got straight from the cow’s tits.
  3. By the way, the voice coming out of my GPS is a female voice from a lady called Madalena. Madalena is a hell of a friend with a sexy voice always trying to give me the right orientations to help me not getting lost. Nothing really new: isn’t that what all women do, in general, with their husbands and sons and sons-in-law and…?