Good article forwarded to me by a colleague. It was written by Harvey Schachter. It highlights some quick ways to differentiate between between good and bad managers. The article is here, but I'm copying it here in case it 'disappears' for some reason in the future.———————————————-Some managers are competent while others are not. Here are 10 ways that serial entrepreneur Margaret Heffernan says she spots the incompet … Read More

via Kaizen

1. The person SO Greedy to over promise on technologies not yet able to support the lofty dreams.

2. The type who takes advantage — Happy to Grossly underpay, pay some higher, flatter the underpaid

3. simply incompetent. The never there to have your back type. The type happy to have you do their job, and then keep you from advancing lest it become known that they do Nothing

Outcome in each case if you follow the advice recommended all over the web : find employment elsewhere. But now I’m getting annoyed, because each time you need to start over. Prove yourself all over. So again, you suffer because of their incompetence even after you leave them.

This question has been burning a hole in my starved soul

Now I seem to make rhymes

And without editing, I am having good times

My nursery school petty poem

may be what I need to drag from within me,

that same thing that happens when chanting Ohm

I have no more to say

See you all another day

By lunch I was ravished, and couldn’t concentrate worth a dime, so I ate a can of beef and vegetable soup. surprisingly, that 200 calorie can of soup had me feeling full until 4:30pm at which time my stomach threatened to ruin my social credibility.

So I had a cup of soup this time which was basically just broth, but then meeting with our friends over dinner I ate enough to make everybody at the table fidget in disbelief. Luckily they are all to polite to make a fuss, and the waiter couldn’t be happier

I wonder if the enormous attacks of Eat NOW had anything to do with the predominantly starchy stuff I ate yesterday. The clear lack of concentration definitively was a direct result of that.

So to maximize my chances of success on Day #1 of fasting, I started off the day with a filling 12oz glass of 1/2 mango juice, 1/2 water and 1 heaping spoonful of psyllium husks. It was a good plan, since the entire day was manageable.

Then, the thing that very rarely ever happens happened. My dH calls me at work and asks if I can pick up dinner on the way home … I should have told him about my plans for fasting, because right there, for the first time today the thought of eating became a problem.
Firstly only the thought of driving home with the good aromas filling the car were enough to make me sign out 10 minutes early, secondly, the idea opened my eyes to a brand new Indian Restaurant a few blocks from work which I’ve never noticed before. So the car practically stopped and parked itself by the restaurant in a tow-away zone, and auto-ejected me so fast that before I knew it the order was placed. Yummmmm

Mathematically I succeeded in 66% of today’s fasting. That is pretty good.

Tomorrow I shall try again.

a HBGB healer came and announced that shortly he will start a workshop on Exotic Touch … a workshop in which people will transform their ideas and notions about touching another human being. within the first minutes this caught my eye. everybody was instructed to touch the person to their left. the crowd formed 3 circles. two complete circles within each other and a fragmented outer circle. the people in the outer circle who had nobody to their left … simply touched nobody — it would seem most natural to me, that if nobody is there to your left, then reach forward and touch the person in front of you. this in a workshop about touch, they bounded themselves by the vagueness of the instructions. in an entire event about opening up and expanding boundaries, not one of them breached that simple boundary set by a general instruction.

what are they so afraid of ?

I’m too tired to be productive, and too awake to just put my laptop down.  Somewhere in the back of my curiosity, I’m scared I’ll miss out on something that might happen.  But WHAT prey tell, is supposed to happen at 3:22am that can be so very interesting that I need to be awake for it ?!

When and how did my circadian clock’s battery run out? Seriously, who broke the little ruts of my inner mechanism which are supposed to tell me that I need to get some rest?  Here’s the real mystery. I have been sleeping 11-13 hour nights for the past 2 weeks straight.  It’s just the actual falling asleep that has been super difficult.  but that has always been a pain. 
This doesn’t work well at all having a morning person for a husband.  He is happiest when he gets to sleep and wake early. Matter of fact, it drives him nuts knowing that I am still awake when he goes to sleep. 

But it’s really unfair, because he just decides to go to sleep, lies down and 2 minutes later he is sound asleep and far removed from reality.

So what am I supposed to do then? The whole valley is sound asleep and happily getting their rest to look all puffed and fluffy tomorrow, while I will reluctantly open my eyes at around 10am or later when the dogs’s incessant crying will prompt me to get up to feed them.  I kind of cheated, I gave them a little bit at 2am so they won’t be so hungry in the morning. 

There is nobody to talk to. Talking on the phone to my friends in other countries is a bad idea, as it will wake my lovely, taking a walk is just silly because it’s freezing outside.

I’ll lie down, and try what Lovely does, close my eyes and look at the patterns that form inside my eyelids. Hope they’re not too interesting, because then there is no chance of drifting off

Opportunity, sure.
if it is so splendid right now in India, why are you here ?  I will venture a guess, and it’s only a guess …
A comparable job in India will still not pay you a salary comparable in USD. 

A comparable job in India simply does not exist, because here in the USA, people arrive to work at what … 8 or 9am, and by 5:10pm there is nobody but the night guard to be found in the building. 

In India managers work the people to their last nerve. They push them to the edge of insanity from cumulated stress.  Push push push. The person, the YOU that sits in front of the monitor gets diminished to your willingness to spend 16 of your 24 waking hours at the office.  Not one single opportunity to tell you how insignificant you are, and how countless scores of others are waiting in line for your job is ever passed up.

Not for one moment am I ignoring the sudden rise of what has been happening in India lately. I was a programmer in Silicon Valley right through the IT Bubble of Y2K.  Believe it or not, it felt exactly like what India is feeling now.  something like this  WHHHOOOOEEEEEEE … we are all invinsible …. !!!

But then again, plenty of the good people participating in this IT boom in India right now, actually lived through it here in the Valley too. How ironic. To go through that twice. I wouldn’t want to. 

Granted, and I have to make this note: I have not been in India, I have no idea what life there was like before, and I have no idea what life there is like now.  but my friend is there as we speak, in Hyderabad. And the amount of People from India who are applying yearly for their H1B visas (some through Multiple employers!!!!)  make me believe that the USA still reigns supreme. 

Maar op die een dag soveel jare gelede, het ek met ‘n Carling Black Label in my hand gesit in so grot affere plek in Hermanus en walvisse kyk.  Dit gebeur in Oktober dat die wallies en dolfyne deurtrek met hulle kleintjies, en soos ek daar sit, het iets in my hart geroer en vir my gese ek gaan altyd baie naby aan die see bly.  Natuurlik het dit net mooi niks sin gemaak nie, want paar dae later is ek terug na die dorre mid-Transvaal toe, terug Johannesburg toe om my stadslewe verder te lei.  Maar ek was nie meer dieselfde nie.  Daar was ‘n onrus in my wat niks behalwe water kon stilmaak nie.  Ek sou ‘n stroompie ontdek nie te ver van die huis af nie, en ure lank elke week daar gaan deurbring. Met of sonder vriende.  Dis ook by daai stroompie waar ek was die dag toe Johannesburg skielik een middag sneeu gekry het.

Maar nie lank daarna nie, is ek Israel toe.  Woestyn toe.  En nooit het dit my bygeval presies hoe baie ek by die see is nie.  en nou woon ek in San Francisco, waar orals waar jy gaan jy op ‘n manier niks meer as 3 myl van die naaste water af is nie.  Ek sien die see en water orals.  en my hart is stil. Ek wens net dit was meer gereeld lekker warm.