Nov 27, 2008

Honey, Yo Ain't The Only Ones

Before I can muster a definitive reaction, I'm torn between
a. Be amazed that someone of the Government finally said it aloud (though many have already)
b. Laught at the naivité of this person for stating the obvious.


But what am I talking about?

From today's Washington Post, "FDA Draws Fire Over Chemicals In Baby Formula".

Public health groups, consumer advocates and members of Congress blasted the Food and Drug Administration yesterday for failing to act after discovering trace amounts of the industrial chemical melamine in baby formula sold in the United States.

"This FDA, this Bush administration, instead of protecting the public health, is protecting industry," said Rep. Rosa DeLauro (D-Conn.)


First of all, yes, this is happening in the U.S. Oh My Gaia! The end of the world! Stop for a second. This IS going around the WHOLE GLOBE. But that's not bad, oh no, it's very, very good because this goes according to this "Spilling Theory" (Teoría del Desborde) where you help the enterprise, the rich, the strong and then all the good from it will spill down to the lower economical and productive levels of society and everybody will see the benefit, right? Wait, let me get a hold of all the ant-keynesians, anti-structuralists, all the liberal economists, free-market advocates, libertarians, monetarists... oh, and let's not forget the IMF! Hey, Mr. Strauss-Kahn! You are required to explain all these good people why is this so good for all of us!

...

Keep buying that free market and liberal baloney, you brainless lot.

Nov 25, 2008

News

My e-mail server, well, one of them, says that Laura Bush is planning to write a book. Well, those are news indeed! I ignored that there was anyone in that family who knew how to read, less how to write! Or is it that she will draw up some pictographic story?

Bagel For Breakfast


The day I move to Hungary, to my beloved birth city, Budapest, I hope they'll have a Bagelmen's or some sort of bagel shop that does express delieveries or I don't know what will I do for breakfast. Usually I try to have something really healthy and good for breakfast, such as oatmeal, which I really love, but lately, since I have no cash on me, and the only credit card I still carry around (only Hyne knows why, though) has the astonoshing amount of 900 colones left to be used. (How do I do that? It's one of those mysteries of nature science is still trying to understand.) I order from this store with the number of a still working credit card, which I don't carry around with me, or most likely I would have pumped up long ago. Not like it would be something bad, you mind, but that's not the point.

The point it that it's becoming a daily ritual to heat up a cup of water to make a cup of strong coffee in my French Press, and wait until 7 am to pick up the phone and call Bagelmen's Escazú and ask them for my breakfast.

Two regular cokes, this is a MUST. All my orders have permanently incorporated these two. Coffee or no coffee, I live for this stuff.

Hot bagel, not toasted. It remains softer, though by the time it arrives is kind of cold again.

Bagel with poppy seeds or sesame seeds. Recently I've been going for the poppy over the sesame, but from time to time I make the change, because I like sesame seeds too.

Cheese cream to the side, not on the bagel! they send me more cheese cream than what I can put on the bagel, but I like to dose the amount of cheese cream on my bagel.

Chives or garlic and herbs for cheese cream. I have tried once the pesto and the sundried tomato, but they weren't that good. Lox is a lottery: sometimes it's good, but some other times the fish has a rather "fishy" taste to it. It's simply too stale and too bad, and stinks like the 3G project. I wouldn't go for the sweet cheese creams because it's already too odd to think of raising cheese cream or cinnamon cheese cream, but then, after tasting their tooth-breaking brick coockies, their brick-and-dust-no-flavor brownies or their what-the-hell-is-this muffins, you kinda learn to stay away from their sweets and stick to what they know the best: their bagels. And my sweet Gaia, do they KNOW about bagels! Hmmmmmm.... it's an awesome breakfast every single day!

I think, right know I could answer to you that one question I never know how to answer: what's your favorite food? BAGELS!

Well no, I actually love Hungarian food much better than bagels.

Today the morning started on the sour end, since I was so pissed thinking that my boss was once again thinking I'm some sort of secretary or assistant of him. I am not. Then again, someone who has no idea what should he be doing wouldn't even be able to make the difference between his job or any job, and all he can think of is how to get someone to do all these things he wouldn't understand even if they were explained to him using games and crayons. Maybe he's just too stressed out by... realizing how inadecuate he is to the position or something, but for instance, I was telling him that some people made a mistake by saying that an index was a brief. I thought it was clear the mistake, but he said:

"Well, they are very, very similar."

O_O Ex...cuse me? So I tried speaking slower. Really, slowly and enunciating.

"No boss, I mean, they wrote in here that THE INDEX is a BRIEF."
"I see nothing wrong with that."

So I explained to him that a brief is a document where you summarize several observations, maybe several indexes, or maybe no indexes at all, and concentrates only on relevant items, and explained them, analized them and exposed the influence or effect on other items, WHILE an index took a number of variables, always fix and defined by the very construction of the index, and showed always information with the same composition. An index shows a relation between variables, or the status of a given variable, while the brief explains it.

"Why are you trying to such fine level of detail?"

My... Goodness. Better not to try and explain him the difference between a house and a cardboard box. I felt totally like a pre-school teacher bringing up funny examples. I had to use bones and exrays to explain to him the difference between a brief and an index, and even then it took him half an hour to understand. It did. I know. By the time I came out of his office (and I'mnot entirely sure he did understood the difference), it was almost MY lunchtime.

Anyway, I asked him to read the documents, write down his comments and so I could work using his expertise and point of view as well.

"But I have so much to read already!"

O_O .... Dear Hyne, is he for real? No, really, he DID said that. I mean, if some ant like me complains that he or she has so damned much to read and so damned much to do, it's kind of acceptable because we are ants. We deal with it and all, and juggle our responsabilities, but basically, the only solution for us, if we can't take it, is to quit the job. However, when someone who wants to be a boss complains about all the work he has to do, dude, step down! Didn't he know that the job of a boss entitled a hell lot more than that of an ant?

I feel like watching Supernatural. Yep, I'm addicted. Hopefully today after the class at the University, I'll meet Víctor and we will go over to his place and watch the next chapter. Can't wait to see it!

On other news, thesis news, I've been checking the documents I've got from Carlos Manuel about this reseach they did in 97-98 and it's not only astonishing, but I would dare to say it's exactly what we were looking for. Kind of outdated, but it gives us a nice footprint to follow. It's amazing, but the more I learn about this activity, the more I love it and the more I want to know. My mind is spinning around the subject, and though I'm not much into the research of production, I kind of start thinking of it. Yesterday I found myself thinking of the Commodity Chain of the embroided goods made by the women of Mezőkövesd. You know, things like this can make you feel alive. These are the things that really matter. Doing what you like, living your vocation, developing in the area you have chosen, there where your soul lives. This is something a lot of people can get.

Recently, dear Husband was questioning me about my wish to live alone and give my head to my career. According to him, Hyne bless his innocent head, that was the sure road to depression and eternal sadness. He claims to believe that only a stable partner, and stablished, sedentarian "lovelife" can provide you with happiness, and a job could never fulfill a person. Well, it is not my desire to change his mind (thanx Hyne I'll never be caught dead getting married to him! Eww!), but one must understand his circumstances: uneducated, lazy, dependant of his environment, his only creative work is to make up lies and alternate lives for himself, where he's a maffia don, a condecorated, high ranked army official or karate kid. He's, the poor thing, completely unable to make an actual living for himself. Probably it fills him with dread to see how his actual life is so different from the life he brags about and the one he wants to have. My poor dear Husband, may the world have mercy of his deranged soul, is the kind of person who lives hoping for a miracle, winning the lottery, getting an unexpected inheritance, marrying a rich woman (now you start to see why I was the dear Wife, right?), or just finding a bag full of money on the metro. Well, with his education, and the muscle he actually puts in it, the speed with which he retrieves whenever he should make an effort, and then stays at that instead of trying to find a way to get around things, it's rather unlikely he would EVER move out of the slump he's inhabiting.

For someone like him, who really has no preparation whatsoever, talking about a "career" is like trying to explain... my boss the difference between an index and a brief. For someone who has no vocation and develops none, a "job" is an impostion he must endure in order to get money. A job it's entirely about getting money. So, getting "satisfaction" out of your job? How can that be possible? My poor thing probably wouldn't understand while would someone do something pro-bono. For him you change of jobs if you can get more money, but the idea of going to a new job that pays you less than the one you are living, or passing on a job offer that pays you more because it doesn't fulfill you as professional (or in my case as scientist), or because it doesn't allow you to grow career-wise, this not being a chief position, but to acquire more knowledge of a given area of interest... that's absolutely demented.

I pity him.

I do not seek a relationship or any kind of formal, semi-formal or informal-but-sustained-in time relationship because my goal, and the source of my happiness is my career. I don't need some guy, no matter how steaming hot and how good in bed, soft spoken, independent and out of my way he might be, to wake up with me, to be with me all my life. I have friends, I don't need a "partner". Some people need it, but I don't. What I want and need to be happy, is to be given the chance to work my field. I believe there are among you those who know what I mean. It's that sheer, bursting pleasure at working with something you love, you are passionate about. The way your brain feels inside your head, and the surge of something great from the back of your head to the front and down your chest and back as you figure something out, and start builing up something new, finding answers, turning here and there and create, just create something so magnificent! It's not only knowing that you can help a lot of people with what you do, but above all is the feeling of finding something, learning about something and realizing that you could use this in this way or that way, that you can explain now this or that and, since you understand it, you can also help fix this or that or make something entirely new and absolutely fabulous!

From my point of view, it's kind of hard to understand how can someone prefer a person with whom someone has ocasional sex and makes commitments and have to give up a lot of things one like, to something as extended and magnificent as science. Science is HUGE and new, and changing and full of so many mysteries and details you'll never get bored. You don't need to be young or beautiful to work with it, and it's intense and dynamic and fulfilling. People get boring. People get in fights with you. Science is... always building you, making you grow and be bigger, better, brighter... and I sound like a nerd.

I do would like to work on research, particularly on the areas of social welfare and technology applied to labor and it's macroeconomical effects. That's my thing.

Nov 24, 2008

Judgement

I should be working on my boss' job. Yep, make him a brief on two hideous briefs sent to him to counter the brief I do. Well, the brief was all done: nothing to say except that it's CRAP. I can't possible brief the nothing. The documents are un-briefable. Totally. Things like this make me wonder how is it possible that so much imbecility happens upon this world. I mean, how come someone so incompetent actually survive? Don't believe me? Well, let me make you an interpretation to ... something... rather "daily" so everybody gets it.

Brief: The Life Quality of Werewolves Today.

Executive Brief: we wil analize the behavior of lycans during the hunting season.

Brief: wolfie people: 63
Transformations: 8 one Friday, 5 one Monday, 36 Tuesdays.
They usually transform at 6 pm but in this moth they transformed once at 7 pm and once at 5 pm.

Conclusions: they maybe should stop goofing around because that keeps the neighbours up.

Wait, that actually makes more sense than the brief I'm trying to portray.

Anyway, I'm taking a break from making my boss' answer to the memo and the briefs.

There's this guy, RD, who's writing to me lately, and whom I've offended. Yeah, odd, right? Me offending people. It was kind of like he sent me a mail with bits and pieces that sounded rather "pre-cooked". It was way too... hn, how can I explain this? It was an archetypical mail intended to sound interesting and smart, yet saying absolutely nothing. Evidently I thought it was one out of two chances: either it was a scam or it was some lame dude thinking I was some impressionable bimbo who would ohhh and ahhhh about some oh-wow story snipet. So before smaking him good-bye and laugh in his face, I decided to dig a little and get a bit of information. Maybe it was someone playing "safe". I tried to get info, inviting him to tell me a bit about the only thing that really matters to me... in the cyber-world: the human side of the other end. Nothing. He was playing safe, and being a safe. Fuck, why some people is so fucking selfish? "I want to know all about you, but I'll tell you nothing about me". "You give me all the info I want, but no asking me jack, because I won't give you anything". Don't these people realize how dehumanizing such a behavior is? Sorry, this is a person, not a machine and certainly not a celebrity. I write for MYSELF, not for you, so stop pretending you have rights over my information! So I decided to profit from the situation doing a little thing I enjoy doing and used the information sent over to build up a profile about the "the other end". Kind of like profiling a character for a story, or like I said to a dude I picked up once at a bar: it's like playing "Criminal Minds".

I sent him the profiling I did of him. Middle aged guy who might be around 30-40 with a mentality younger than his age, clearly behind in his emotional development regarding his physical age. In other words, I called him "immature", or "childish. Mature man playing the part of a late teen.

He answered with snipets of his life. Well, he's 54, so I missed him by ... 14 years, but that makes him all the more immature, to my still standing characterization, overly normal acording to a professional criteria, and doesn't judge and thinks judging without knowing is "ignorant and rude". Yes, that was a blow, which I received with an arched eyebrow. I wouldn't say it was uncalled for, because I do realize I was harsh, to say the least, and down right mean if you wish to call it that way. I didn't act out of evil intentions to hurt though, even if that sounds incredibly "Sarah Palin". First of all, define "judge". If you say "judge" is equal to "condemn" as good or bad without plenty evidence, it might be ignorant. But if you call "judge" to label and categorize something, well that's the way we take hold of the world and understand it.

What do you do to understand something? You don't invent new words for each new phenomenon, but as you try to explain it in order to understand it, you must compare it with some preexisting knowledge frame. Knowledge and understanding is dynamic. You change your perception or reinforce it according to the information the given phenomenon provides you with. Some signs can lead you to a mistake, but the constant observation and correcting can improve the knowledge and slowly lead us towards a fuller fact, with perceptions closer to it, or so to say: a truer-truth. A more realistic truth.

Is that wrong? Is that ignorant? Is that rude? But of course it's not. It's human. RD's comment, at the same time made me think about us, mankind. Yes, "judgment" is considered an evil thing, a rude, nasty thing even though everybody does it. Why is it so bad? It ain't bad doing it, judging the world around us, but what the society disapproves is the "voicing" of your results. Why is so? I believe that's because people wish to live their lives seeing only the ideal image they have built up about themselves, and the "judgment" of others shatters that image. Again, usually the weaklings, trained by society to have low self esteem and self image, which can be molded by tormenting them with the vision of the "herd". Judgment, as long as it goes against their image, is a form of social punishment. At the same time, being society the one entity with the lowest self- esteem of all, any negative judgment dents it, reacting so in a repressing way.

Society isn't perfect, people ain't perfect and "judging" is actually our tool to keep both in constant dynamism in order to achieve higher and higher levels. Never perfection, for perfection is usually a death trap, but towards improved solutions that wonder one way and then the other fitting the soul of the herd. However this would mean the shattering and moving of structures, and both people and society hardly are fine with such solutions. A shattering instead of being seen as a "move to a bigger, fitter shirt" is seen as a "mistake made", and that's horrifying. Why? Because our whole upbringing makes us believe that a mistake is a failure and failures make us "unfit". A mistake is just a mistake. A mistake is like a sickness. You get sick, you get cured. Well, you make a mistake, you fix it. Really, what's the big deal about it? But mistakes are seen as unforgivable flaws that fuck up the entire thing. Then, of course, pile mistake upon mistake making it then really into what was feared in the first place. Judgment is shut because it would be the way to realize that it's kind of fucked up, and that's unafordable and each time it becomes less and less affordable because so many things and mistakes are built upon it that changing becomes taxative.

The solution is ... bravery. I think people and societies as well should learn to practice self-judgment, and not be afraid of making mistakes. Check what you are doing, and if you took a wrong decision or made a mistakes, fix it before you go on. Why is it so hard to understand?

Nov 22, 2008

Qu'est-ce qui ce passe, mon petit?

I'm... flabbergasted! How can this be happening? I mean, the French aren't really that good, but they are no "Knicks" of the rugby. So they are not making it against the Aussies, but... David Skela, the lovely boy who looks like Sam from Supernatural... (no picture really shows how he looks like... he always looks so bad...)

Today Skela had SIX chances to kick a penalty and award his team with three point on each case. He missed FIVE of them. When he played against Argentina, he connected and got those three point each time, so what the hell happened today? His boyfriend broke up with him? Didn't get action prior to the game? Or was he pumpeed so good he was still recovering after 80 minutes? Or was it more vulgar? Was he thinking whether he forgot to turn off the stove, or if he took out the garbage?

What happened today, Skela?

Nov 21, 2008

Costa Rica, The Nightmare

Short and to the point. If you still think that there's something good about Costa Rica, think twice. My friend Hans and I got robbed at gun point not 55 yards from my place. I live in a very, very homey, almost rural part of the city. You'd say is an old Pop's and Ma kind of neighbourhood, were people pretty much know each other and all. Well, this wastes of humanity are getting all the way here from the slums they inhabit and rip off working people.

Hans remembers them better. I remember a grey, oversized sweater, a light colored baseball cap and the gun. I'm not a gun conaisseur, but upon looking at the googled up pictures, the gun looks a lot like a colt 45 peacemaker, all in metal, no wood or rubber ... handle. It looked old, kinda battered and ugly. It wasn't a nice piece and looked somewhat crooked. The metal itself was rather light, almost as if it were made out of aluminium.

Today, at 6 am, when my dad and I went to pick up my nephew, there was an OIJ squad and lots of cars in my brother's neighbourhood. They were going to arrest some people who are part of a violent crime band.

The president talks and talks about peace and shit, but he does nothing. Truth is that since he has stepped into the power, things have been going from bad to worse. People get killed on the streets for a mobile phone. People is being snatched from the street, beaten up, raped, robbed, and forced to give up passwords and PIN codes of all credit and debit cards.

Things are getting out of hand, and sorry, but I don't want to stay to see the end of this.

Nov 19, 2008

The Powerless Mob and the Sneaky Tumor

Regarding Monday's entry, a friend of mine expressed his interest in how would I "tackle the monster", or more precisely, which are my ideas to "get under its skin". I'm pretty much talking here about a political monster, or shall we say a monster that has a political face. Well, first of all, one of the harderst things to do with one of these creatures is to attack it upfront. Political movements, on the surface, at least, try to get their way, make things happen by rising crowds and trying to make people act as a single cohesive force. The problem with it is that such a thing hardly happens. It might cost blood, too, and not everybody is willing to pay in such a currency or other "similar coins". It usually takes something really big and really oppressive and then a very convincing, cohesive force to make a big lunp of people work under one, organized mind. So, the idea of a social revolt is hardly doable. It's poetic, it's loable, desired and fair, but that's not a practical tool to weaken a political monster.

The way, however, is the same that has been used time and again to take a chip out and put another in its place: work with it and undermine it. Use its strenght against it, and pull out the pillars that hold up its weakest points. This, more than just babling about ideology and proposals and what you want to see in its place, demands research. Learn your monster, watch it, study it, find its patterns, learn its strong and weak points and then organized the methodical, systematic attack. I think you have far more chances to succeed if instead of building up a monster to take out the other monster, locking horns and taking the blows, you make yourself a tiny cancer-cell and lodge into the monster, lump up into a tiny tumor, invisible to the monster, and scout the monster, send out tiny cells, to strategical places so that when you metastasize not only the end comes swift, but no chimio can reach to you.

I have studied this monster and I believe I have a few ideas about where to send my cells, though I still need to form a tiny lump. I'm scounting here and there, looking for unsuspecting cells to work. ^_^ This is one little cancer-girl simply looking around, planning and working out a meanie plan to kill a monster with the minimal collateral damage.

I've been writing to Jules, as usual, discussing an old matter, and hopefully this time we will bury the axe for good. (Does this expression exists for real, or I'm just picking up from Spanish and Englishizing it?) It kinda pisses me off, to be truthful. However, I love Jules to no ends, and so I'll seek to ignore the feeling of having someone "imposed on me". However, it's really hard to shut that little me in my head, that raises her eyebrows behind her glasses and sips her coffee while pragmatically asking a very reasonable question: "Why does this relationship has to be my problem?" Truth is that we do not live in Elm Street and we can't be always all happy and fun around each other. Nor everybody loves everybody else. Some people dislike each other. Carrie dislikes Mario, Víctor dislikes Kate, and well, Skylar dislikes Tati and Karo (whom I don't really like, but with whom I've a cordial relationship that hasn't been severed by stepping on turfs), and we are still friends. I just make sure people stay away from each other. Carrie knows that Mari and I can't bear each other's presence, and so does Mario, so they live with it. Víctor knows that Iván and I are better kept separated, since I think he's toxic and he thinks whatever he wishes to think... assuming he's capable to process thoughts. Do they tear up their hems and try to bring East and West to dine together? No.

Funny thing is that, so far, Jules knew that Zalavári and I weren't on speaking terms and he had no problem with that whatsoever. So, he knows, simply knows the mechanic of "keep apart friends". Why is it so different now? Ain't like I won't understand if he chooses to spend the major holidays with Kata, or if I'll make a fuss if he spends the 99.9% with her. Dude, she's his girlfriend, I'm his buddy. So, what's really lurking under this sudden need to make ends meet? He does have explained me that he loves us both, and would hate to lose any of us, which for me, truth to be told, sounds like a threat: "behave or I'll outcast you of my life". O_ô Dude... come on, we are grown ups. However if that's the only way he sees out of this whirlpool he has stepped into, I'll step aside, hold the gate and wave good-bye. ^_^ One must always sport a smile on the face.

I pose myself a few questions I would like to pose to him, if I knew he would answer thruthfully. Why am I so important to him? So, I love him and he loves me back, and that's important enough, but it's not a "crippling" condition. What's happening that he needs to pull together and manage together two different relationships? I'm far apart, geographically speaking, and have been so for ages now. Our entire relationship, the love and friendship we feel for each other has been sowed in the distances, seeds planted through letters and fed with scattered visits. Our meetings grow more frequent and we get close. But that doesn't make it "cripping". Life goes by and we are a nuke in each other's path, a place to hold hands, hug and smile, share a secret and laugh a little before going back to the strive. Important, yes, but... not a part that must be there all the time. So, why is it important for him to make me meet ends with his girlfriend? Can't I simply disapprove of her, can't she simply disapprove of me and that's that? Why can't he go on keeping us apart?

Nov 17, 2008

The "Day of the Chinese"

I wonder if it happens in other countries. In Costa Rica there are holidays and celebrations that belong only to a specific place. Such is "Saint Joseph's day" which is a holiday only for some districts of the capital city, San José. People hate it because one street can make the difference. If your office is in a street instead of another, that could mean that you'll have to go work when people a street up or a street down has a holiday you don't have. Of course, people in other provinces don't have this holiday.

Today the president of China is coming for a few hours to visit our mock of a president. Sorry, but I can't pretend respect for such a slime bastard. The Government decided to close down all streets around the route the Chinese president will take, reason for which people around the premises have been sent home. Since Friday we received the e-mail telling us that we have the day off. Hurray! Three-day-weekend! Kinda cool, huh? It's so sad, though, that this is all made to kiss the Chinese President's ass because our corrupt Government wants to ask for more money.

Hungarian people think their country is rotting away, but they don't know what's like when the country is REALLY rotting away.

Why do I think there's something seriously fishy going on? Well, first of all, everybody knows it. I mean, look at the papers! Recently a study showed that Costa Rica has slid down in the scale of democracy and popular satisfaction. 80% of the people believes that the Government works for only a small part of the population, that power is concentrated in a few hands, and that 2009 will be worse than 2008. I wonder what the other 20% is thinking or where do they live. Or is it that THAT 20% is the little bit where power concentrates? Numbers couldn't be more "Pareto Theorem correct" even if they tried. Only this 20% is taking more than the 80% of wealth. They are taking all of it.

I hate being here, but what can we do to make it better? Ain't easy, but I think I can have a few ideas about how to get under this monster's skin.

I am in "holiday", taking a break, recovering from a splitting migraine that kept me in bed all day yesterday, and trying to work out some sense from the little useful data I have for our thesis. This is breaking our backs, but I don't loose the faith nor the optimism. I'm happy that this is working and moving forward.

Mom's and aunt Zsuzsa's birthday is tomorrow. I've bought Mom a small basket of bath products, which I hope se likes, I put them together specially for her. I was looking for the pear cream of Victoria's Secret which he loves on me, but it was long off the shelves. I've got her a soft pear cream and shower gel from Moi, a lovely, country-styled store that sells Canadian toilettery. I love their products, specially a line of fruit scented toiletteries, which usually include shower gel, body cream, whipped-cream soap, body splash and so. I was thinking in getting Mom a small put-together of these, but this pear scented new line caught my eye and my nose. The scent is lovely and ever so gentle, I'm sure it won't give Mom a headache. Yes, Mom has migraine and I think I have developed it too... maybe genetics get into this. Anyway, Mom is more sensitive than I do and strong scents can trigger her headaches, which is why I had to pick for her something soft. I'll let you know if she liked it!

Two days ago, on Saturday, I went out with Carrie, Víctor, Kate and a friend of Carrie, Andrey, who was also an acquintance of Víctor. Carrie and I wanted to get "our queers" together, but it seems that Costa Rica's gay-fuck-net beat us to it by far. Hell. I think I'll never again try to introduce two gay guys. It's simply amazing how they live their lives, how they hop beds and asses and cocks ever so fast until they finish up jumping from gay man to gay men through a whole country in less than eight years. Hump, hump, hump, fuck, fuck, fuck... it's almost as if the fiction we write is more conservative and less bold than real life for these men. And funny thing is that they feel ever so lonely. Chronically lonely while they are chronically promiscuous. A piece of advise from a straight woman? If you want to stopbeing lonely, you must pay attention to your partner. Not only women like to be taken care of and paid attention to but also men. So, the next time, before they hop into bed, they should consider learning a bit about the guy, or pick the guy by liking him first as a person, and then as a man.

One thing I have learned by walking down the path of one night stands and choosing to be a loner, is that jumping into sex and cutting off the process of learning from the other person, or letting them learn from you, is the surest way to remain lonely. Sometimes someone tries to stick around, which is when you flip the cruel card of "This was a One Night Thing. Move on and live with it". However, if you don't want to reamin lonely, do not take that path. Do not jump in bed without knowing who is the one you are inviting between the sheets.

Nov 14, 2008

Buddy Lists and their Meaning

A "buddy list", "friend list" and all that bull is basically a list of contacts that allow Internet Muckety-Mucks map us all and knwo who knows who, why, profile as as "followers", "loners", "opinion leaders" or "social butterflies" (which I friendly call "social whores"... but in a good way! (yeah right...)). Most people, particularly those with a very, very, very low self esteem seek to have friend lists far more populated than an average small country. Damned, I think there are people out there who have more friends than population in Iceland! Others have moderated lists, though then again, "moderated" seems to hoover somewhere around 100. The "wimpy" users, who can't really say "no" to any John Doe who wants to engross his f-list, who may run up to... 200? Maybe 300? At this point I guess we have all received requests or invitations that say something like: "Hi, I'm John Doe. Add me to your friend list." Some get even more agressive and if you don't add them tight away, they send you a "Hi, I'm Ravi from India. I've noticed you haven't added me to your friend list yet". (You do know these, right?) Some get really agressive, like this jackass I ran into once (where I able to check my Facebook I'd even publish his name for you all to point fingers at him) who kept sending shit like "You must friend me. You have no idea what you are missing! I'm the best thing that could happen to you." At the end I sent him a short missive: "Well, I'll take the risk. Thanks for your interest, nontheless." The jackass answered with a long string of bad words that would put me to shame. Let's put it this way: if you think my writing si "colorful", his is an explosion of all color ranges available, visible and invisible to the human eye.

No harm done. I blocked him, reported him and that's that.

Anyway, back to topic.

Sure, many of us have several friends, and it ain't until you start doing a "cleansing" that you realize, that, yes, maybe you do have 100 friends or so. Then, some of us like to keep it short. And some of us like to keep it so short, you'd say we "close crop" our friend list.

However, no matter to which group you belong, the friend list takes an interesting meaning in the mind of people. For many, being in a friend list means to be "taken in account", though then again, now a days most people are aware of the fact that a lot of contacts dust and fade away in looooong friend lists, and it doesn't mean they are actually friends, but as much, they are "acquintances". Having your blog listed on the blog of your friend, or have your livejournal pop up on the f-list of someone's livejournal might mean a big deal, thought it might not mean a thing. So, in the end, the f-lists, buddy lists, friend lists and whatever other name they may have, are a social, particularly a cyber-social pretense of contact. It's the "facial" marker of a friendship. Maybe if you are on "the list" it means something FOR YOU, but not necessarily for the person keeping you listed. However, when the "de-friending" occurs, when someone erases you from their list, dude, that means something!

You may not talk to each other---

I just zoned out. Multitasking is a killer. I totally forgot I was writing this, and went looking for Supernatural fics while updating the 43rd week report data to my formulas and sheets... And just read two not-so-good fics, and clicked on the third of the day. Do you know I have been thinking on rewriting Scholomance as an original story, all set up nicely--- That's the fic I wanted to read! And here I was stuck working also on "I Dare You To"! --- Well, if I do something other than work, I should be doing thesis, don't you think? My mind always does this to me. But let's resume.

This post, before I went running around doing 10 thousand other things came to my mind on the line of "what happens when you are erased as a cyber-friend"? Thing is, today contact mostly happens through the web, but being on someone's list doesn't mean you ARE in contact with that person. When I wiped off the 66% of my friend list of the FB, I doubt seriously they noticed. I doubt people notice when you take them off the Google Talk or the MSN. I for one, never notice. And what happens if I notice? *lifts her shoulders* Not much. However, it does mean something like a "break" in the cyber-society where what's registered, what can be seen is what makes reality. Truth is that the cyber-society unfolds much more on the individual space, a kind of dimension located on the ... "meta-individual" level. This whole social world exists based on far less physical evidence than the social structures which we comprehend inside our heads, and which goes on around us. This is basically unfolding between the individual and the Internet terminal of his or her choice. So, it doesn't matter what happens and what other think, or whether X or Y is really the person he or she says is. One individual can unfold in five or a million different cyber-individuals, each of them as valid as the rest.

So, the actual individual may not care and not like a big chunk of his f-list, but that's not what it looks like when those people are still on it. Each of them think: X is my friend. But when X takes the time to match the cyber and the real and erases all of those that he no longer considers his friends, that action, that cyber-act has ripples. Then, without any chance to keep deluding themselves, people know they are no longer considered friends, and now that a link has been severed. For many the question "why" pops. For others bitterness unleashes.

I wonder if the problem is actually the fact that someone has no longer the desire to keep a liaison with them or the problem is that it shakes the virtual reality of the erased "friend". Certainly, for people with no self-esteem, whose excuses to stay alive are directly proportional to the number of people on their friend lists, the loss of one liaison is a terrorist attack to their life, and they would curl up in a corner or throw themselves to the street in a huge and embarrassing display of drama, asking why they are no longer loved. (Oh yes, I despise low self-esteem people. Perhaps because they are different, or because they are so ineficient, in my eyes, or because I have been surrounded by so many of them, wanting me to provide them the love they denied to themselves. Honestly, dude, if you don't love yourself, why should anyone else? And if you question why are you alive and find no answers, there are millions of ways to end your miserable life. Pick one and stop picking on the others. Nobody cares whether you live or die. Well, maybe I do. I care if you live, because if you live you bug me, so be a good sport and do it for the world. Go hang.)

One way or the other, the erasing of a contact, or a "friend" is one of the few and irrefutable clear signs we can get from the cyber-society: someone has decided to no longer share with us. Someone wishes not to know us anymore. Hey, it happens. After all, if you can break with your lover, why can't you brek with your friend, right? Well, says me, who has a record of breaking friendships that could wrap around the world and make it into an official, Olimpic Game sport. Breaking a liaison doesn't necesarily has to happen in the frame of a big, Earth shaking fight, but sometimes quietly, too. Sometimes it's sad, sometimes it's joyful (I have a lot of these) and sometimes it is irrelevant.

Today I had one. A sad one. I severed my liaison to César. He has changed so much and has become such a pain in the ass, I no longer wish to know him. He just took so much after Iván, he's veritably turning into an Iván 2. It makes me really sad, because I would have loved to see him turn into a good, respectable, tasteful, educated man, but he chose the path of the pathetic drama queen. Pity. I respect his decision, but I'm not staying to witness the mess. Today I have lost a son.

Nov 13, 2008

Ficking

I bet you read "fucking" instead of "fIcking", right? And "ficking" is a rather strange word, but precise, never the less. I'm stressed out, truth to be told, and I would love to get the hell out of here, but I can't. Work... well, ain't as much about "work" as about Mr.B. It's still bugging me. Then there's this thesis thing and the tutor's irrational demand to present a daily schedule. Come on, we can't count on him, how are we supposed to do it and keep it? We did a weekly one and he wasn't able to stick to that one either.

We gara read a lot of stuff. I mean, we do get a lot of things, but none of them really fit together to make a decent Diagnosis chapter, and that's getting to my nerves.

So what do I do? I fic. I tried to look for some Supernatural, but nothing I find really fits my needs. Besides, a lot of things are hidden away in impossible sites such as liveournals and so, that only make it into a CSI work to mine out the fic. Then, there's the Wincest everywhere you see, and it's not like I mind, I really love it, but I wanted to read Castiel/Dean. I did found one, in Hungarian, which pleased me greatly, but it was so, so, so POOR! I was gonna sit down and cry bitterly. So I reached for my archives and started readin my own stuff, and ended up working a few (10) pages on "I Dare You To" on the Krumggory first story ("I Dare You To" is a fic in three parts, featuring three different "couples": Krumggory (Viktor/Cedric), Snarry (Snape/Harry) and ... "Drill"? "Braco"? well, Bill/Draco. (hehehehe... Drill, that was a good one!)Currently I'm still working on the first story). Then was making rounds and rounds around "The Peacock", but that kinda doesn't want to come out as I planned. Plus, I didn't realize I had cut all connections to "What Starts Bad Ends Bad".

And so here I am.

BTW, something happened.

Yesterday I bought two pen drives. One tiny one of 4GB (Vassili) and a regular black Kingstone of 8 GB (Bilibin). Kolja accept them with no problem, read them and all, but Omi refuses to acknowledge them. He first asked to install Hyne knows what, which I refused. Then I said yes, but still came with warnings and stuff about not being recognized and lack of proper signatures and Hyne knows what else.

Really, why Omi doesn't want them?

Now, for all, IF you live in Costa Rica, maybe you would like to know this and profit from it. I'll also talk in colones, the local currency. For people who might read this, this is the conversion currency fare:

US$ 1 = C 550 ~
1 € = C 820 ~

Close to my office there's this tiny little computer shop/store where you can't find much. The store's name is "Manía Digital SN). Anyway, I was running out of pen drive space to save my things, so I had to buy PRONTO a new one. I was gonna buy it at UNIVERSAL, which is around 6 blocks from our building and normally takes me 10 to 15 minutes to walk. So I was heading there, at 2.5 blocks from the office, there was this tiny store, and I decided to stop and do a "benchmarking" on pendrive types and prices. I was set on buying something of around 4GB, which was my biggest pendrive at the moment, and it still had space. The people at the store had some of the loveliest pen drives, and the price range was from C 9,000 to C 12,000 for the 4GB and from C 17,000 to C 24,000 for the 8GB. Well, I have not been for a while on the pendrive market, so I had no idea if the price was good or not. I knew that I had a budget for it, and the price seemed fair, truth to be told.

However I went to Universal, because I had to buy DVD +R discs for Laura. There I asked for the pen drives. They had only one type and one brand: Kingstone, black. Most of them were 1GB or 2 GB, which wasn't up for consideration with me. At Manía store the 8 GB Kingstone was the cheapest, selling at 17, 000 colones, at the Universal the SAME pendrive was sold at 46,000. Yes, C29,000 of difference, and let me tell you this: that's money in this country. There are families living monthly from that amount.

Regarding the assitant for Omi, the laptop I want to buy to let Omi rest a little and then have someone to cover for him when I send him to the GBM for pimping, this Acer kid is really growing on me. If I get him, which looks very likely, his name will be Nagi, since I guess I'll get him white (hopefully I can get him white!), and Nagi was usually dressed in white. Besides, Omi and Nagi. ^_^ They make a lovely couple, right? It would certainly be great to have Prodigy on the team along with Bombay.

I asked fro him at the shop, where they said I have to ask for it with two days in advance (so I could get a white one!) and it would cost C300,000. At the Universal it's C330,000, and at RadioShack it goes to C 370,000. Shimmy says I can get him at b-mart for C290,000. I tell you, the price variations are ridiculous. Of course, it's good for us customers, if he have the chance to investigate and "benchmark" as many as possible, but I can't possibly believe the NERV some companies have at charging!

Nov 11, 2008

The Bill

Bill. What a lovely thing it is... or not? It depends on the eye of the beholder, one would say, or on the end of the stick you are. For once, we have a lovely "Bill" in the famous character Bill Weasley, who recently popped up in my late-birthday-present, as a very, very suggestive and lovely addition to an already enticing Turked-up Snockhart combination, something I have not seen in ages. It put a few ideas in my head, which doesn't really concern me now (I've been trying to lay off fanfics for waaaay too long now), since I really have no time, and because, really, me finishing a fanfic? (Though I was thinking of it as an addition to The Peacock fic, which is already in process, and which could be tied to What Starts Bad, Ends Bad... if I want that much complication in my life, which I don't.) We had also a lovely, lovely "Secret Admirer" game some months back. Yeah, months, where I kept Carrie guessing who could the Secret Admirer be. (I myself didn't knew until the last moment, since I was playing the character from our different fronts. At the end, when I was left with only two, I decided that if she, playing the Severus Snape character, answered before her birthday, I would make the Secret Admirer Remus, her ultimate favorite. Since she didn't answer before, I picked Bill. Uhhh... not like he's a second best, but recently, in relation with--- let's not go there, okay?)

There are less amenable bills, such as the bills that the lawmakers try to pass. Such are the bailout bill, or the free trade agreements, some acts and amendments, such as that disgusting Amendment 8, which should have never been passed, but then again also nice bills, like... well, I'm not a lawyer and I can't recall them all, but sure there are some very nice bills. Not lately, no, I give you that, but there are nice bills. In Costa Rica, for instance, there's a bill to punish the damage dealt by car accident like a crime. Yes, it's amazing, but in here, so far if you kill or mame someone in a car accident you merely pay a fine and that's it. I know cases of people who have run over people and kill them and pay $2000 and that's it. Two weeks ago a lawmaker, Ovidio Agüero, killed a young man who was driving his bike along the road. The lawmaker was drunk off is ass and simply ran over him. It seems he had also killed someone in 91 also in a car accident, and also while driving drunk. In 11 years he had also accumulated 24 traffic tickets. He shielded himself in the immunity of this position and pretended to have the charges dropped, which would have passed if the family and the media wouldn't have done so much noise about the case. (The media is helping to make noise on this matter basically because the area affected is very poor, and after the Referendum fiasco and all the dirt that has come up about the president, they urgently need to win the favor of the people and put distance between themselves and the Government.)

Allegedly, he has resigned to his immunity due to pressure, and hopefully the legislation will come to full rigor soon, so he will be processed in a case of murder.

That, you see, is a good bill. Hopefully people will start thinking twice before drinking and driving. It also fucks up the pretty funny plot my friends and I had about how to get rid of unpleasant people by driving over them and then soak ourselves in alcohol so it would definitivelly look like an accident, and not like what it was: murder. Oh come on! It's just a mind game, and don't dare to tell me you have never thought about it. Besides, before you tag me as a murderer, my favorite mind game is medieval, so no tagging me for the murders you have commited or the one's you find no culprit for. Besides, those good and juicy ones are going into a book! Like I'll let anyone just take profit from my really, really good ideas!

But let's go back to the bills.

Oh yes, we have also those bills, which we rather wouldn't have to see. There are good bills, like the banknotes or simply bills, which we simply call "cash" when we have them. Well, I never have any cash on me, and if I have it they are called "coins" rather than "bills". There are the other bills, like the electricity bill, the gas bill, the phone bills (which we know oh-so-well), Internet bills... These are less liked. Companies also have a "billing" department where all these bills are manufactured, and all kinds of seminars and standards tall about the "quality of the bill" and consider stuff like "simplicity", "complete information", "understandable", "pleasing to the eye"... Let's be honest, the only way in which the client would really be happy with the bill and would love it is if there where no bill. Why do you think there's so many people going for prepaid? (No, that's not the real reason, or I have no idea, since I have no study at my hands as I write.) People hate bills. Well, maybe not the "bill" per se, but having to pay it.

There are also other kind of bills, but of a more... "trascendental" nature. Some people call it "karma", others "consequences", others "I told you so!". I simply call it "ha-ha!". Evidently, this ended up being about our favorite character: the boss, or simply, Mr.B.

Mr. B never really had what it takes to be a boss. He didn't actually realize that he had a responsability with the area under his care. He thought being a boss was merely a matter of power, of authority. He believed in the free lunch. Bigger paycheck and people to do the job for him. Well, not really, Mr. B. Though he had a taste early this year about the inconveniences of being a boss, he thought that once his position was officialized, he was going to become He-Man, Lion-O, Batman and also turn into Super Saiyan. Well, it didn't happen. But he do believed he was and it pissed him off when the herd complained (the herd being poor lil' me) because he was the big kahuna and the real slim shady, and people had to resolve their problems by their own because he was the boss and was very busy and all he cared about was people doing what they were asked to do. Lack of clarity about his role and the whole shebang also kept him for being able to tell apart his job from that of the herd, so he threw all he could to the herd and kept the stuff he thought he could handle. Let's not go into one of the biggest mistakes of the procedure: the failure to cover up for his bluffing. Dude, you gara do that when you have a herd from hell, like he did.

Anyway, against the advise of the herd he added a new sheep, Mr. LD. From day one it was problem on top of problem with him, but he didn't move fast enough, stubbornly wished to stand against the original herd and tried to see "the good side" on LD, and defended it, even if such "good side" was non-existant. He went against the Original Herd. At one point, when he could no longer see the good side of LD and he could no longer fool himself thinking that LD would change and adapt and work with him (yes, totally delusional, and I'm the certified looney here), he tried to get rid of him, but it was way too late. He was stuck with a LEMON. So he tried to work around it, accepting his low quality work, in which he had to contribute in order to make SOMETHING out of it. Good thing I knew to keep my tongue, unlike I did with Ivan and the wine...

Then things got really thick, and then some. The were filed complaints, which escalated and detonated irrational shoutings which had yet unseen effects (which certainly wouldn't be pleasant to Mr.B's current, feable situation), and then in the middle of the war, LD decided to leave the ship since he would loose some of his benefits, but not without claiming, completely unlawfully, a laptop for himself. NOTE: assets, though placed under the responsability of the employees, are property of the area, not the user. The Original Herd made truce with LD given a series of "unfortunate" events which only came to support their complaint (a complaint abaout security suddenly reinforced when burglary occurs in the building), and out of the blue, Mr.B find himself now really holding the shortest stick, where his unsubordinated LD threatens him with suing him and taking him to the court if he doesn't let him take the laptop with him, saying that his is in a very poor shape and he needs a good computer, completely ignoring the fact that the area receiving him should provide him with the equipment, and also that the laptop is of the area, not his.

The quarrels are ever so funny to witnes. Hahaha! None of them is able to make a sound case, since they keep running in circles around the same fraying arguments. I would like to call my boss and tell him: "Just tell him that you are in no position to let him take the assets because those belong to the area, not to him, and that yes, the company should provide him the tools of work, which will be responsability of the new area where he's going. Then again, if he would like to keep his assets, he should remain in this area". Normally I would, but since he will vent with me and I'll have to sit through his irrational bitching about why people don't place themselves in his shoes (dream answer: "I would, but I'm not into doing cosplay") and fencing all kinds of kiddy excuses and so many paralel and unrelated stories as fanfics made of LOTR.

Besides, given the thanks I have received from his side, I'm done helping him out with my advise. It's time he try to resolve his life and problems on his own. Naturally, I won't be lenient, I won't be easy and I won't shoulder stuff to aid him. If he wants this, he will have the full weight of it, while I keep excelling at doing MY job.

Nov 10, 2008

France 12 - Argentina 6




No, the RUGBY, glorious game invented by Hyne-knows-who-but-they-sure-knew-about-fun, is not for the faint-hearted, delicate spectator. If a bit of rough interaction, some smacking, some full body contact makes you sick, and think "it's not a civilized, fair game", go over with the delicate and watch/play American Football. Sorry, but that's the truth.

Saturday the match was something between streetfighting and actually trying to score (points? other players? Isn't the same?). So, it was regular Rugby. The Argentinian Pumas played aginst my beloved France Bleus. They were all hot looking (well, maybe all except the King of the Gauls, M. Chabal), but in the first time, the Argentinians looked positively... "bloody". Bloodied faces and shirts, split eyebrows, cut cheekbones... Maybe they should consider a darker coloured uniform. This time around, there were no pulling-down-pants, but there were many, many foreheads rubbing the dirt and scrum after scrum, many players came out injured. The score stands as proof of the fight that went on. 12 to 6. It's minimal.

Well, yes, that was a matter of kick-each other-into-the ground. It wasn't about the points, it was about setting sore spots and balancing other scorecards.

In any other game, the referee would have sent them home with red cards, but in this game there was only an advise when two players were going to fall onto each other's throat.

"Keep the discipline of the game, okay?"

Like in waterpolo, it might look nice and clean on the surface, but you never know where hands and fists are reaching and pummeling in those tight, all legs, arms and asses scrums.

There was blood, sweat and a whole lot of body contact in this game. Let's see what will we have next week.

Nov 6, 2008

I'm Working...

... and getting my pictures taken for the Company's magazine....


With my favorite posters. This was a special request for me.

Immaturity: What's with marriage?

First of all, no, I'm not right. I've talked with people who have comforted me, but the feeling just doesn't go away. I'm still shaky and teary-eyed, and I hate to feel this way, but this is the way I feel. Rationalizing this situation doesn't make it better either. I appreciate the good advise of my friends, but this is a case of mobbing. Sorry, but being threatened and bullied for following due procedure only because that leaves in evidence the malpractice of others IS mobbing. I don't think that "forget it" is the right solution, nor it is booking it away because "he has always been ill mannered and nasty, and everybody knows that". Being subjected to bullying isn't something you have to accept, but I believe that what you can't definitively do is let it go without doing anything. That's irresponsible and only aids to keep this ill behavior growing bigger and stronger.

(I'm actually calling the area about labor relationships.)

^_^ I've been, again, legally advised on the matter, and so I'll take the matter in hands. Sorry, but I'm not here to be manhandled each time someone feels like it. Might have negative repercusions, like cutting back on my premission to do the thesis, which has already been signed, or the boss walking back on the last minute about my vacations, where he can really do little, since I will have the days on my favor and he can't possibly deny me of those... (specially since SNEAKY ME has an e-mail where he gave me the authorisation for the vacations, and I just printed two copies of it... just in case).

Now, the matter of the post.

News. So California and other states walked back on the Gay Marriage thing. This is ridiculous. What's wrong with you people?? It's legal, it's not legal, it's legal again, it's not legal again. Are lawmakers and legislators so irresponsible, so immature that they simply can't stick to their own decisions? They've decided once that gay people can marry, so drop the case and let them get married! But this things, that today you can, but tomorrow can't it's a clear sign of weakness.

I'm a lucky fella. I'm heterosexual, so no one would ever question my right to marry, though then again, by being a woman, I'm more on the side of being questioned about why I don't get married. (Get this, father, I don't want that burden. I'm happy alone, and I don't think on having children so that someone takes care of me in my old age.) In today's world, thanks Hyne, I can decide with whom I wish to marry. A white man, a black man, a poor man, a rich man, a young man, an old man, an artist, a professional, an employed, an unemployed... and I can decide not to get married. Today's world allows me to work and support myself, and even live like a regular het dude and have my share of one nights stands and no one will be the wiser.

I've no problem with that because I'm het and I like men, but if I were gay, the world would be bleak. Man or woman, if I were gay I would probably still avoid marriage like the pest, but there would be a stain in the whole thing, it being that actually, as a gay man or woman, I wouldn't be able to chose any other thing.

They have to fight a huge fight to get their rights acknowledged, the law passed, only to have the lawmakers walk back over the same law again. It's a never ending cycle of pointless fight.

There's one thing I'd like to know: why is it so bad for some sectors of the society that they can marry? Probably they are not gay, so why do they care? And why do they feel entitled to meddle in the lives of others? Two men, two women, adult, consenting, loving each other, why not? If the problem is that two men or two women can't make babies, the the couples where at least one of them is infertile shouldn't be called "marriage" either. No, this is actually a measure born out of hate and intolerance, and let's pray this isn't coming from no Christian group or church, since, remember, our religion praises love, and it's based on love, as churches and every single flyer preeches.

Why laws and societies make a point out of bullying the small, the weak, the one that represents no threat, but lets the real evil grow and flourish?

Nov 5, 2008

Horrified


This is a topic you all are bored of hearing and I'm tired of posting: Office Problems. Yes, I know you are sick of it, but now imagine me, having to go through it. Now, I imagine you sitting in your comfortable chair, crossing your leg, taking your optical yellow notepad, an expensive looking pen, lowering your lens on you nose and asking me:

"Tell me, what bothers you now?"

Well, let me put it simple: security.

I work at an area that's not only mould infested and unventilated, but also rather insecure. There's only two people working in this area... well, there's only two people in this area: LD and me, and only one access door. The area is all surrounded by windows, which allows anyone to see who's in and who's out. The idea, NORMALLY would be that one of us is always around, not only to keep an eye of the area, but also to answer calls and direct people if they are looking for the missing one. Yes, we are not call-center kids, BUT it's only natural that, if your coworker isn't at his or her place due to lunch, meeting or whatever and the phone rings, you take the call and get the message. It worked at Mobile, it worked at Service Development, but then again, people here seem to not care particularly about it. Go figure.

Anyway. Also, normally people don't go to lunch at the same time, but they put up a schedule to go lunch so that the area isn't left unattended. There's not such consideration here. People just leave, go, for undeterminated periods of time to lunch and the offices remain completely alone. So, this is the way things are done here. Well, as it happens, if you are going to leave the office all alone, what do you do? You lock it, right? And the interesting thing is that all offices and office areas in this building CAN be locked. I mean, we are all made sign for the assets we use, so if they get damaged or robbed, guess from who's paycheck that comes off? BINGO! Earned a golden star!

As long as I was all alone in my kingdom, it was okay. I left always locked even if that meant that teh cleaning ladies couldn't do their job (which is crappy anyways). But since LD came in here, the door has been left open rather often. I told my boss and nothing happened. I sent a mail to both the boss and LD two weeks ago, FINALLY, in hopes that something was done. Nothing. I mean, for crying out loud, the security people are so new they don't even know our names and many of them tend to leave the gates open and unattended. They forget to write up when we came in, when we left, who came, who's gone, and no one, absolutely NO ONE ever checks if someone is taking a computer or anything home. There are no cameras either, so anyone could simply pack up a few laptops, some small printers, phones, photo cameras, documents, scanners... you name, and walk out, and no one would be the wiser.

Since, really, I'm not up to be blamed for what he's doing, I complained again to my boss by the phone, with no avail, and so last week I had to send him a SECOND mail on the subject, asking him to do something about it. It is logical: HE IS THE BOSS, so he should command some order in the area. Of course, he believes that if this "security thing" bothers me so much, I should talk to LD. Question: with which autority? Why in the frigging Hell does he think I'm going TO-HIM? Certainly not because he's the King Solomon.

Guess what happened?

You are right. Nothing.

Yesterday during the day the door was left open for so much time it would have given chance for the clutzier of robbers to clean the place TWICE. Since I had a lot of stuff to do, I ended up going to lunch at 15:15 hours. When I returned at 16:00 hours LD was long gone, his cubicle in the dark and the door wide open. I was horrified! Immediately I picked up the phone and dialed my boss' number. Not only he didn't know that the man was gone for the day, but when I wasked him if he had already spoken to LD about locking the door, he said:

"No."

I tried to explain to him the situation, and I told him I didn't want to resource to lock the door even if LD was in. To this he answered: "Do it!". "You mean, to lock him in?" I asked. "Yes," he said "lock him in. Maybe that way he learns". I found it very unwise, first of all, because it is very dangerous to lock in people. You never know if it's going to be an earthquake, or by some reason people have to be evacuated from the building. So I thought long and hard about the issue. It was evident there was no avail in keep mailing my boss on the matter, so I turned to my best adviser in the matter: Melania, from Human Resources. We thought about it for a while and decided that the one thing left for me was to escalate the situation. I didn't send the mail right away, but thought about the matter all night.

Today in the morning I composed the e-mail for my boss' boss, explaining him that due to the failures of the security system we had conveyed at the area, I requested to be relieved from the responsability of the assets lost or damaged when I was not around. As proof, I added the previous two mails, which clearly stated that the problem was a matter of security at the area. Can't be too careful when it comes to assets that are not yours, but of which you are responsible.

In order to avoid being too harsh, I requested my friend Cyn to check the mail before I sent it, to correct any rough edged sentences. She did, and so I sent a very polite and very to the point mail.

It was after that that my boss called me all pissed off, telling me he did not LIKE the mail because I don't have to "mix The Boss (his boss) into a personal fight I have with LD". I was paralized. Come again?

"It's not personal. It's a matter of the security of the assets... and we agreed on it in August."
"It's your personal problem! It's a problem of you not communicating and not being willing to communicate with him!"
"X, I thought the mail was perfectly clear... it's a security matter, and I'm simply- (saying that I am not taking responsability if soemthing, under this circumstances gets robbed or damaged --- this went unsaid)."
"No! The problem is that you have communication problems with him!"

Silence. I hoped a little bit of silence would help him recover his senses.

"X, you do realize you are the boss of the area, right?"
"Yes, but that doesn't make me YOUR message boy!"

Nope, there was no reasoning with him. I mean, for any rational, reasonable person it was a matter of RESPONSABILITY and AUTHORITY. It's your area, so you fix it. Stop shrugging off the responsability and shoulder the shit you've let happen. So I remained silent, staring at my beautiful poster of Le Chat Noir by Steinlein, while he went on and on about... well, something on the line. I tried to take my mind off such unpleasant elements and think of nice things or I would have broken in tears. He wasn't even adressing the subject, but a matter that didn't come to the topic, something he invented (the problem with LD has never been a lack of communication. Severing communication is ACTUALLY the only defense I have found against HIS imposing and constant abuse, which was never addressed by Dear Boss either).

Once he hang up, truth to be told, I was shaking. So I called Melania for her wise advise on the matter and she comforted me. She told me that the problem was that I actually escalated the matter, to which I have right, according to the Work Code, and I have put in evidence his lack of leadership and commitment to the position, which in his current situation is most inconvenient, due to the fact that he's being questioned, for beign unlawfully appointed to the position, alledging lack of expertise to lead the team, lack of knowledge in the subject, lack of proper academical background and lack of skills to take on chiefship.

Well, I did what I should have. I took the Internal Control course and I did the things by the book, I'm sorry if it's inconvenient for him, but if he can't do the job, really, he should be honest enough and step down, let someone who do knows to do the job.

Melania reassured me, but yet I'm still a bit nervous. I would have loved to have my diazepan with me. I would have loved to be able to go to the doc and ask the nurse to shoot me with some Purple Haze or anything that can make me fly and smile artificially and say: "Baby don't worry, about a thing!". You see what do I need my happy pills to be always with me? Now I have to calm down by myself, and in order to do that I have to do as much as I can... locked in a mouldy office. Can't take a walk, can't go to the doc, can't take a moment to really relax. So what can I do? I write, I think of other things, look at pics of Hoops and Yoyo and smile, smile, smile at little things. I think of the moment, when I'll be free from here, finally at home, with my University degree finally in my hands.

I think of a happy future so close at my reach, and I think of all the things that make me happy now. ^_^

Nov 4, 2008

Evil Dell

I have never been much of a friend of any computer, particularly laptop that is not an IBM ThinkPad. Then again, what can I say? Iria, my first Thinkie was simply lovely and grateful, and Omi, my current and beloved, has proved to be, time and again, the best computer ever created. I mean, Omi is simply so perfect, so empathic, so understanding, so marvelous, so beautiful and such a hardworking little fellow, I'd say he's my Guardian Angel. Really, Omi has withstood a lot of stuff with me. My friends sprinkling him with cheese, half his RAM dying, a not so-well motherboard, failing battery, not enough hard drive capacity (only 17 Gb) and yet he turns on and helps me, and saves my stuff, and does all he can to work with me, several times until late night, carry on my Internet use, get carried by me across the ocean, into teh winter, and then to the University, works on the Thesis with me... I mean, he's really, really my Guardian Angel. (God knows I'm a lot of trouble, so He decided to take care of me personally. Since my Guardian Angel was left unemployed, God made him into Omi.)

Now, aside from all the trouble I am, I do love and care deeply for Omi, and thought I know I should send him to the laptop-hospital, I can't be left without a laptop, so Omi has been staying at my side until I find an assistant for him. Good news is that I may have found him in an Acer Aspire, a small thingie that doesn't have a CD unit, which I'll be forced to buy separately (if I make up my mind, that's it), and whose name has not been decided yet. Anyway, I'm giving Acer a chance because it's cheap and Mario says it's a good brand. Can't remember ever working on an Acer, but I have worked on HP and I dislike it, worked on Compac and hated it, worked with Lanix and it was a nightmare and worked with Toshiba and developed muscles carrying that brick.

There was a brand I have not given much though and which Mario tried to sell me for a time now. That brand is Dell. Cheap and good, but you pretty much have to order it online and the whole thing. I really don't like soemthing I can't test first. I want to touch my comp becore buying it, checking it, see how heave it is, check if I can easily fit it in a bag, check the peripherals... you know, inspect the merchandise. So, I wasn't much excited about Dell, and actually giving a better consideration to Mac, which is too big and too expensive for my taste... not to mention that it's so different from my Thinkies. Then news pop up. Dell discriminates women. The pay women less than men for the same job, and pass them by when it comes to promote them. They have no women on the top levels. They discriminate also the elderly, laying them off, and so cutting their change to retire. Dell is a Dude company, that does things for Dudes. I read the news horrified, to say the least. But let me paste you a small extract from Forbes' article "Dell's Problems Start With Top Dude", written by Joan Lappin:

"At the end of the two-day affair, Michael Dell called all the presenters (the new top managers) to the dais. At that moment, it hit me. Of the 12 or 14 executives arrayed on the platform, there was not a single woman.

I raised my hand and observed that a few years ago, Dell ran terrific ads featuring the motto: "Dude, you're getting a Dell!" I suggested that any shareholder who chose to buy the stock would be doing the opposite. "It looks to me as if someone buys Dell, they are getting a dude."

Since the new team had spent some time discussing their future plans to go after the small business market, I also pointed out that more than half of all small businesses are started by women. It would seem logical, but maybe not Texas logical, that if you are hoping to attract women as customers you might want some input from females in management roles.

Earlier this week, I was called by a reporter from The Wall Street Journal who was in the room when I asked my question. He remembered it quite clearly, but when he reviewed the transcript of the Q&A on the Dell Web site, my exchange with Michael Dell had clearly been deleted.

At the time, Michael responded that they had told the head hunters to find the very best candidates for each position they were trying to fill. Alas, none of the women he interviewed quite passed muster. He tried to explain that they had women at the next level down, but they weren't there in the room. He also couldn't remember any of their names so he turned the microphone over to the head of human resources who he hoped might have a better memory and bail him out. Then Michael remembered that there are two women on the Dell board of directors, so he mentioned that.

"Out of how many?" I asked. "Fourteen," he said. I volunteered that was a "good start" but not much more than that."

...

"With only men at the top of Dell and two female board members who are not known as outspoken advocates for women in the workplace, the situation at Dell is not a good one for women. After the April meeting in which I put Dell on the defensive, three or four women came up to me and thanked me for speaking out on their behalf. They said I was right on the money. But recent events show that by deleting my questions from the transcript, Dell did nothing to erase the problem.

The Journal reporter, Justin Scheck, called me because a group of women have now sued the company for discriminatory practices. Their complaints are the standard ones we read about all the time. They were passed over for promotions by younger men with less experience and fewer qualifications. That seems to emanate right from the top of the company. I have every reason to believe their complaints are justified, but that will be decided in court. I have spoken with vendors who do business there, and they comment often about how they don't see any women in their meetings. And there are always the jokes about the Dell dudes."

However, this is not coming only from one paper, as PC World also has an article about the matter under "Dell Hit With Discrimination Class-Action Lawsuit". According to it, there's a sizable gap between what Dell preeches on its site and what really goes on in the company. I paste an extract from the aricle as follows:

"Former senior HR manager Bethany Riches, one of the plaintiffs, was told in an e-mail by Dell Vice President Michael Summers that she shouldn't assume she's personally responsible if she had problems "breaking into arguably one of the toughest old boy networks," according to a press release about the lawsuit. Riches and other female HR managers were repeatedly denied promotions promised to them, the lawsuit alleges.

Another former senior HR manager, Mildred Chapman, was repeatedly denied promotions or pay increases although her responsibilities equaled or exceeded those of younger male directors, the lawsuit alleges. Chapman was laid off from Dell in April."

Sorry, fellas, but this is a client you will never gonna get. If this company can't respect my gender I can't respect them and I certainly will not support them. Sure, we have to wait until the court rules this case, but meanwhile, lets check the site, shall we? So I go into www.dell.com, and surf my way into the Executive Team. This is today:

Michael S. DellMichael S. Dell
Chairman of the Board and Chief Executive Officer



Brad R. AndersonBrad R. Anderson
Senior Vice President, Business Product Group
Paul D. BellPaul D. Bell
Senior Vice President and President, Americas

Michael R. CannonMichael R. Cannon
President, Global Operations
Jeffrey W. ClarkeJeffrey W. Clarke
Senior Vice President, Business Product Group

Andrew EsparzaAndrew Esparza
Senior Vice President, Human Resources
Stephen J. FeliceStephen J. Felice
Senior Vice President and President, Asia-Pacific/Japan

Ronald G. GarriquesRonald G. Garriques
President, Global Consumer Group
Brian T. GladdenBrian T. Gladden
Senior Vice President, Chief Financial Officer

Mark JarvisMark Jarvis
Chief Marketing Officer
David A. MarmontiDavid A. Marmonti
Senior Vice President and President, Europe, Middle East and Africa

Timothy W. MattoxTimothy W. Mattox
Vice President, Strategy
Stephen F. SchuckenbrockStephen F. Schuckenbrock
Senior Vice President and President, Global Services, and Chief Information Officer

Lawrence P. TuLawrence P. Tu
Senior Vice President, General Counsel

Okay, so far it looks like men-only. Let's check the next level: Board of Directors.

William Gray
William H. Gray, III
Governance and Nominating; Leadership Development and Compensation
Sallie Krawcheck
Sallie L. Krawcheck
Finance; Governance and Nominating

Alan (A.G.) Lafley
Alan G. Lafley
Finance, Leadership Development and Compensation (Chair)
Judy Lewent
Judy C. Lewent
Audit, Finance (Chair)

Thomas W. Luce III
Thomas W. Luce III
Audit
Klaus Luft
Klaus S. Luft
Audit

Alex J. Mandl
Alex J. Mandl
Audit (Chair), Governance and Nominating
Michael A. Miles
Mike A. Miles
Governance and Nominating (Chair), Leadership Development and Compensation

Samuel A. Nunn
Samuel A. Nunn, Jr.
Presiding Director, Finance, Leadership Development and Compensation
Donald J. Carty
Donald J. Carty
Non-Independent Director1

Michael Dell
Michael S. Dell
Non-Independent Director1

Well, that was right, only two women, and not the best ones, according to Ms. Lappin. Oh, and you weren't counting, but I did. One black man, one Asian and one "might be" Hispanic. Odds are certainly not right. So, you talk about minorities, and you talk about women being discriminated, and I look at this and I'd say, there's a chance of that, and if there's a chance of that, then, for caution, I better don't go into buying their things. Sorry, not me, but feel free to keep the "dudes". Oh, and dudes, if you get a Dell, hide it before you take a date home, or she may pick her things up, smack you in the face with them and leave you for that neightbour you have you always thought to be gay/pothead/nerd/loser.

Please, if you are a woman, pass this message along, because I don't know you, but I don't want to give my money to a company that will not give a chance to me or my sisters.