Tuesday, June 30, 2009

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The things I do not

The things that I do have my cross. My natural and ingrained laziness makes constant references that do not particularly like, with the result of seeing them accumulate inexorably, like the mountains of garbage that have plagued Naples, some time ago. Perhaps there are still ... but do not talk. So I do not speak, as if silence could solve the problems and hide in my place, but I have the misfortune not to forget, and I know that sooner or later I will face my own gauntlet, all together, with predictable results.

Things I do have all the necessary, indispensable, generally useful, sometimes substantially unavoidable. But back. It must be a form of self-punishment, masochism, a basking in self-justifying and provides an alibi for guilt of dubious and uncertain origin.

Then, suddenly, make a decision and do something. One of those that just had to do. And you feel a bit 'better. Straighten your back, take a deep breath, you also flaunts a bit '. And, but that looks strange, makes you want to do another. Because that feeling was just beautiful, fulfilling, liberating. You gave the impression of being the master of the steam l'omino Black&Decker, Wolf, quello che risolve problemi. Perché non ripetersi? Fanne un'altra, e poi un'altra ancora, in un parossismo di attività che riscatti una volta per tutte gli anni di ignavia consapevole e colpevole.

Questi due ritratti sono le mie due facce, i due lati di una medaglia non particolarmente meritata che gira come una trottola impazzita, frullando nell'aria in un bagliore confuso prima di ricadere a terra.
La parola chiave è "confuso". Ammetto di esserlo, forse più della media, e reagisco alla mia confusione con un vago senso di irritazione che mi porta verso posizioni anarchiche, quasi a staccarmi the duties to be imposed, to feel free to do what I believe is right. And things I do in the end. Hardly, however, are the things that I do.

But this, after all, is only an alibi.

Friday, June 5, 2009

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After so many years, after a long stay "below the line", after much packing and unpacking without any claim, after which I have given you know what, and do not know what, after all, some gratification finally arrives. Oh, nothing special, after all, or who knows what I expected, but thanks to the heart, the certainty of having done a good job, to have had this idea that has unlocked a important situation, a good project in the crisis that has left standing, to reconcile apparently conflicting personality incompatibility ... is actually rewarding.

The fact in itself is perhaps not particularly significant, except for this, but I think it marks a turning point in my business. I just hope to know the right way to take ... do a bit 'of history today, for the first time in fourteen years working for the same company, I was sent out of the office, which is in itself extraordinary, to attend a meeting with a client ... alone and as a manager for the graphics! Gosh, still a little 'and became the artistic director! It is not enough, the meeting was a critical challenge because of the style of the journalist who coordinates and writes the text ... a serious professional and a friend, whom I suffered to see in distress. In short, the lack of understanding between the chef (oh, of course, is a cookbook) and my friend was driving up the voltage to the stars, and just needed my material, even though everyone kept praising without going into too much on to brighten the atmosphere. When I realized that the tones were getting a bit 'too much, I took my courage in both hands (sic) and I spoke. I told my own, without thinking too much, tending more to a conciliatory tone of professionalism that is not the content ... and as I spoke (mirabilia!) two things happened: first, I was listening to all ... second, from somewhere, I pulled out an idea that has all agree, and that (two wonders!) works perfectly!

Boys, was an unforgettable moment ... my spirit rejoices peacock again.

The position he gave me at the bottom of this small event made me reflect on the value that has the gratification to those who work, whatever work he does. Be gratified, very often makes the difference between a job well fatto ed uno totalmente inutile. Essere gratificati può anche non avere una valenza economica, anzi, molto spesso un ringraziamento  fatto bene vale più di mille aumenti di stipendio (per quanto... ogni tanto...), ma soprattutto la gratificazione ha il significato profondo del rispetto verso chi lavora e verso il lavoro che svolge, ed è una cosa che dovrebbe essere assolutamente normale, quasi ovvia, per un datore di lavoro di qualsivoglia tipo. Rispettare il lavoro, e la persona che lo fa, è una delle molle più potenti per realizzare qualsiasi cosa, per generare entusiasmo, attenzione, dedizione, diminuire in maniera drastica gli errori, ottenere il mitico "presto e bene" che è benzina indispensabile per il motore economico General. The question that arises is: why is it so hard to understand? Work, and you can say that I live in a company where the basic concept is "who works for me is rubbing something," and not by chance that the crisis has been felt, and how ... and those left are gritting their teeth and the belt to overcome the sense of discomfort of this condition. It is something that "polluter" within the meaning of the term more harmful, not only poisons the relationship between the worker and the employer, but employees of the same: hatred and resentments, the "not my job" constantly denigrate the work others is not a nice way to work in teams. Yet it takes so little ... and, in my small, I try and always try to lead by example. Also because I enjoy working, and I want to continue to enjoy, in spite of everything and everyone, in my casual anarchy, in my professional instinct, with all my strength.

Because I believe that the right to work and the right to happiness are basically the same thing.