First steps in the Hi-Tech sales world

Elevator madness

Mon, 03 Mar 2008 12:50:54 +0000

Like most office buildings, ours has quite a few floors. Coming from the parking lot, at floor -3, to our offices at the 6th floor, is quite a climb. So, if you will excuse my laziness, I choose to go up those 9 floors by elevator. A smooth ride is always more preferable.
Most other people are also legitimate riders. 0 to 4, -1 to 5…
However, there is a certain species of people. They seem just like you and me. But, they insist on taking the lift, from floor 0 to 1. Or from 1 to 0. One floor.
For this, they stop you twice on the way. Once to get on, once to get off. Now I know this sounds like it’s not a big deal. But this is really annoying. The entrance to the stairs is right there, next to the elevator. it is one floor.
Use your legs! Especially when I am in a hurry, this double stop really makes me want to shoot these people.
Dwellers of floor 1 beware. I am on to you!

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Not dead yet

Mon, 25 Feb 2008 08:14:04 +0000

Sorry boys and girls. Been a really hectic few weeks. Did not notice how long it’s been since the last post till this moment though. So this week, back on schedule, my word. Just to let you know we are still here.

My perfect vacation

Sat, 02 Feb 2008 17:22:17 +0000

For 3 years now I have been taking my Girlfriend to a cabin in the north for our combined birthday party. We were born a week apart. We take a weekend off, and spend it in a wooden cabin, in the mountains, with a fireplace, a large jacuzzi facing the window, lots of privacy, wine and relaxation. Bliss.
Every year, we come back from this weekend, tired from all the fun, and wish that we had a weekend to rest. This year, we wised up. We took the cabin for Tuesday and Wednesday night. So we got back on Thursday, and had the whole weekend to rest. A real vacation.

Another great surprise this time, was to get caught in a real snowstorm, and enjoy the snow piling out the window, building a snowman and having a snowfight like kids. fun fun fun!

Nothing felt better than sending a picture of us in the snow to our friends in the city, during a work day, saying we are having fun. I know, evil. but still…

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My private jungle

Thu, 24 Jan 2008 12:15:58 +0000

For years, it has been a known fact. I am a serial killer. Any plant that came near me, very quickly became another skeleton. not in the closet as in the trash can (for you brits – in the bin).
Lately, I have managed to create a small miracle. Four, I repeat – four plants have stayed alive and well on my desktop. Real plants. For over half a year they have flourished and grown. They make you feel good. They bring oxygen to the room. They improve the environment. They are pure good.
However, as of today, it seems like I have returned to my evil ways. Any idea what I have done wrong?

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A new job?

Wed, 16 Jan 2008 06:13:31 +0000

I was talking with a friend of mine. He has never worked in the same place for over 1 year. I have been in the same place for over 3. Eternity in our business. In many ways, I am sick and tired of my place of employment. Stupid people, annoying regulations, political decisions that make no sense. You name it.
He told me – just find another job.
However, what I figure is this. My company is made of people. And this is how people behave. That will be true in every company I will go to. There will always be annoying people. There will always be struggles of power, and irrational behavior.
On the other hand, the most common way to increase your salary, is to get a new job. Or, as the song by Chava Alberstein goes, in another place, the despair becomes more comfortable.

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Someone elses stuff.

Sun, 13 Jan 2008 11:25:54 +0000

so, I have a laptop from work. We have a real love-hate relationship. On the one side, it’s a computer for free. It allows me now to sit in a lobby, drinking a drink and writing my stuff. All good. However, it’s also a part of work that is always there. While typing these words, my bottom right corner is reminding me of new emails from co-workers that need attention. It is work going with you wherever you go.

But my big dilemma is how to treat this little black box. If I had a laptop that belonged to me, I’m not sure I’d be able to consider taking it with me abroad, and I’d be very careful about leaving it in the room when I leave.
It is mine, but it’s not. On the one hand, you want to treat something that is not really yours better than you would your own suff, as it belongs to someone else. And you need to respect that. On the other hand, it’s company property, and just a tool, and it’s insured. And hell, it’s not like it’s mine…

So. Walking around town all day, do I have to carry this heavy load or can i just leave it in the room and to hell with it? Only problem is that without it, the meeting tomorrow will be a problem.
Ah, what dilemmas we have.

here is another man’s dilemma:

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Doing someone elses work

Wed, 02 Jan 2008 07:58:45 +0000

Here is a dilemma for you.
A co worker has something to do. It is, without a doubt their job. However, it is quite clear they have no idea how to do it. Now, teaching them how to do it will take half a day. Correcting their mistakes afterwards, another half day. Doing it yourself, will take 3 hours. And you have a sneaking suspicion that even if you take the effort, they will come to you again for help next time.
Some will try to tech, some will not bother and just do it themselves. Some of the latter will even take some hidden joy in feeling how important and needed they are, that they know all, and everyone depends on them.
In my heart, I know that the first solution is the right one. We all know the saying, “Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach him how to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.” (apparently by Lao Tzu) But we are all stressed, and working hard, and are lacking in spare time. What the hell am I supposed to do?

Another year ends. All targets met. All systems working. All customers satisfied. All staff eagerly enthusiastic. All pigs fed and ready to fly.

Mon, 31 Dec 2007 10:22:53 +0000

Another year has passed. It’s fun to look back.
To think of where I was a year ago. Blogless (I now have 2!), starting my way in the new job, that now feels like an old glove (It stinks, but feels quite comfortable after long use) and fumbling my way in a relationship (We are getting married next year).
I guess one of the interesting things that I have discovered in the past year can be summed up regarding my 30th birthday. I feared that day so much. The reason was how I felt in my 20th. I thought my life was over. I was entering the terrible decade, where you get your bald spot, your beer belly, you get imprisoned (married) and get a mortgage, a dog, and a pension plan. Your soul dies.

Then I reached 30. Thank god, still no beer belly, and I have all my hair. But more Importantly, I have grown. Being with someone for the rest of my life seems like an adventure. Having kids seems like a dream, and owning a home, something to be proud of. And I have never in my life felt so content with who I am, and where I am in my life. I love my life, I love the people I have chosen to surround myself with, and feel like I am in a good period of my life.
What can one ask for at the end of a year, other than being with the people that you love, and love you back, and feeling content with the year gone bye. Knowing it was time well spent.

In the trip that is your life, it is much more important to enjoy the path, then reaching the final destination. It took me 30 years to figure this out.

Soon to be 31, I wish you all a wonderful new year, and may you look back at the year that has past, and have no regrets.

Let me end this year in an optimistic cartoon of my favorite characters:

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Clocking out

Sun, 30 Dec 2007 12:13:12 +0000

Once upon a time, I worked for a large company. A well established place with over 500 employees. As it also belonged to a company with 4000 employees, the culture was that of a large company. Amongst other things, the clock. Coming in to work, and leaving, you had to “Punch in/out”. Not with a real paper card like in the old days, but still.
I remember vividly, that the clock worked in increments of 6 minutes. Most people in that company were around the age of 40, and when leaving, I’d ask someone if they were coming with me, and I’d hear people say that they are staying another 2 minutes, to get another increment on the clock and not waste 3 minutes that have passed.
It was so sad.
Where I work now also has a clock. The door opens only with a card, and they count your time from the 1st entrance to the last exit of the day. I know a large company is hard to manage, but why do we stick to this mechanism? If I can do all my work and then some in 3 hours, why do I count less than the guy next to me, that stays here 11 hours a day, most of them browsing for porn, and eating lunch?
We need a better system.

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Logan’s Run

Tue, 25 Dec 2007 13:34:22 +0000

We have a new employee in R&D. The guy walked into the room to introduce himself. He’s about the same age as my dad. White hair, wrinkled skin, heavy glasses. This definitely stood out in a company that has an average age of about 30. All of a sudden I felt very strange. What is this guy doing here? I really felt that he doesn’t belong.
But why?
Why does this industry treat older people this badly? I am sure that if 2 equal people compete over the same job in this business, the younger one gets the job. It seems like we have entered our own version of Logan’s run (Check out the movie if you never saw it). What will happen to us once this glorious youth has passed? Do we get tossed into the volcano?
We have become a society that worships youth. We have forgotten to appreciate the wisdom and experience that older people bring. And we are the ones that will pay for this when we are a bit older, and find that we are no longer the hot stuff we thought we are. This is the only reason our generation fears growing old so much.

This is what the world is going to look like in 20 years:

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