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To: NicknamedBob
I wrote a poem or two. Or three.
You need one?

Sure! A nice upbeat one called "The New Job" (or something like that) -- sorry, DC!

It has been a wild week. First off, I think I might have mentioned some three weeks back that I had gotten the job I'd pitched to the higher-ups. I was a little concerned about some elements of it as presented to me (almost two weeks later) because the they didn't quite match reality -- but then again, I'm the one familiar with the committees and how they operate; these folks aren't. But overall it looked good, even if I got hit with some relatively heavy initial assignments (tests) -- they're opportunities to show what I can do.

Being a classic overachiever I overshot my first goal this week. The job was to go to a committee meeting in Germany and get myself placed on the board of directors. Not really a big deal, because I'm replacing the prior representative who left the company and he'd greased the skids for me. And did he ever -- I was elected to the Executive Board as Secretary. (It didn't hurt to be well-known and liked by these folks. "Finally we get minutes in good American English," said a wag.)

My bosses are really happy with that -- especially the one in Germany.

But this requires that I attend all meetings, not just the twice a year in the original plan. So this morning I receive a new copy of the plan, I open it... and it says I'm to be at all meetings. Hm. More flexible than I'd thought. (And ugh, 4 trips to Europe each year on top of all existing travel. I better get really used to jet lag!)

But being there so regularly makes my second goal, one that corporate thinks will be difficult, almost a slam-dunk. (I'll spare you the particulars.) It's a little bit political, a little bit technical, and a large part of keeping the right folks talking with each other, conveying the right messages.

But all in all, this is becoming the job of my dreams. Recent dreams, anyway: Once upon a time a job that involved not writing software in some quiet back room but instead inflicting lots of travel, writing magazine articles, public speaking, political negotiations, grasping giant standards in a single bound, etc., would have had me recoiling in horror.

But for now I have a job very few people can do -- I've probably got more job security than most folks my age in this corporation (and industry), and a whole lot more than someone who writes software in some quiet back room.

It looks like the hell of the past seven years here is over. I am rejoicing.

789 posted on 10/12/2007 5:16:35 PM PDT by sionnsar (trad-anglican.faithweb.com |Iran Azadi| 5yst3m 0wn3d - it's N0t Y0ur5 (SONY) | UN: Useless Nations)
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To: sionnsar
"A nice upbeat one called "The New Job" (or something like that) ..."

The New Job

The curse of the Peter Principle,
Is that you rise too far,
Your meteoric path just marks,
The scene of a shooting star.

The burnout comes real quickly then,
And suddenly it’s “splat”,
Your hopes and aspirations,
Your dreams have fallen flat.

That’s how it is for most of us,
Whose rise has topped the chart,
But some there are who need not fear,
This fate upon their part.

So modest when you meet them,
So capable and bright,
It’s hard to see how anything,
Could be beyond their might.

With quiet understanding,
Intensity and joy,
When given challenges, they excel,
Each day begins, “Oh boy!”

They just keep moving upward,
With placid, stolid strides,
Excelling, with aplomb, you see,
And something else besides.

Just like a king or emperor,
They often speak of “we”,
In challenges they’ve met alone,
They’ve had some company.

Sometimes they even speak as though,
Someone is at their side,
Someone to look up to,
And to speak at eventide.

“We thank You for the gifts You sent,”
He said, though quite alone.
“And for the talent You have lent,
We struggle to atone.”

NicknamedBob . . . . October 12, 2007

Ask, ...

797 posted on 10/12/2007 6:42:29 PM PDT by NicknamedBob ("The enemy of my enemy is an anemone." -- Nemo, and Nemo's father.)
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