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Friday, July 18, 2003

 
Back in the Saddle Again !

After a long hiatus I am back in the blogging world.
Still here in beautiful New Zealand but some things are changing.
Monday I turn in my resignation as a consultant and accept the offer of a large dairy consortium to lead technical & security architecture team.
This can't come too soon. Things have not been going well at my workplace with high pressure and low work volume. Couple that with monthly re-orgs and almost weekly changes to our pay scheme. I don't need the hassle. So I was thrilled when a recruiter rang me up for new position.

More on that later.



Monday, March 17, 2003

 
War Tommorow - Comedy Tonight

With any luck we will be in Iraq tommorow and Baghdad by Saturday.
The world has been holding it's breath waiting for this to happen so the sooner and quicker we get it overwith the faster things can get back to what passes for normal in these WWIII days.

Fall in New Zealand is nice. The news is speculating on a possible drought but I enjoy the sunshine and mild tempertatures. I wonder what winter will be like? I remember a year of drought in California that was the most booring, unending stream of beautiful days that you wanted to slit your wrists. Too much of a good thing.

I am back in Wellington this week after almost two solid weeks in Christchurch. Did I say it before that Christchurch is booring? Well, it is! And the Mayor is pretty stupit too. He is quoted in the Sunday Herald as saying that "Saddam is practicing torture, repression, and genocide on the Iraquis but War may be worse" ... worse than GENOCIDE ! ! What is wrong with these people? This is not WWII where we had to carpet bomb cities. The civilian losses will be light unless Saddam chooses otherwise. We don't have to bomb neighborhoods to hit a single buiding anymore. This is good. War is hell but war today is very different from what you saw in "Saving Private Ryan".

Oh well. there will always be usefull idiots ( like the French ) that think that violence is never justified. Show me a man who beleives that and I will take his money, his car, and his home.

Enough blogging. It's getting late and I need to catch a bus.



Tuesday, March 04, 2003

 
Treachery in New Zealand

Last Friday I had lunch with a traitor. Not a political traitor but an industrial one. Only I did not know it at the time.

A.L. was a newly hired consultant working in my team. He had been with us less than a month. He had come from our largest competitor and was talented and smart. Over lunch Friday we mapped customer strategy and discussed the chalenges facing consultants in New Zealand.

Friday evening as I sat in the airport awaiting my flight home I received a call on my cell phone. "A.L. has just resigned" I was told. I was dumbfounded. It seems that after I left the office for the airport A.L. sent his resignation in by email. He had accepted an offer to return to his former position at our competition. After first learning all about our policies, procedures, and customers. Seaky.

Now I have to spend most of my time for the next 3 weeks in Christchurch filling the gap whilst we find a replacement. I am not happy.



Thursday, February 27, 2003

 
Living on the Road my Friends ...

Another night another stinking four star hotel. And let me tell you that four star hotels are not as good as they used to be. Where is the "Plush Terry Robe" (tm) hanging in the closet just to make you feel special? Who ever used those things anyway? What good were they other than to make you feel that you were special? It's a private hotel room for goodness sakes. Why the robe? Are people so insecure that they can't get out of the shower in a private hotel room without wearing a tastefully embroidered soft terry robe? What do these people have to hide anyway? Enquiring minds want to know.

But I digress. Any good hotel should have 3 things
1. An excelent room service menu available 24/7
2. An assortment of tiny colorful bottles of shampoo and bath gell
3. A good location within walking distance of work AND the more interesting local sights

Oh yeah ... it should also have cheap ( free ) broadband internet to the room

I don't ask for much. The Frankfurt Marriot has all of the above AND a plush terry robe hanging in the closet.

If you ever have a chance to visit Frankfurt be sure to order thr fillet mingon steak at the Marriot there. It is by far the most tender, delecious piece of meat I have ever laid teeth to. You will not be disapointed.

Having said that I am off to my hotel here in Christchurch which, although it claims 4 stars, has NONE of the above mentioned requirements. A big thumbs down on this one.



Wednesday, February 26, 2003

 
On the Road Again

Busy week this week. My work has me off to our Christchurch office Thursday and Friday.
I have been thinking about Venice today. The Venice of my youth, of my folly, and of my age.
Someday I will tell the whole story, but not today. Enough to remember the Venice Beach
Follies and smile.





Thursday, February 20, 2003

 
Points West

I have been out of touch for a few days attending an HP Sales seminar in Melbourne.
Well, actualy near Melbourne. I did glimpse the city once on the far horizion as my taxi
took me to the "Resort" / "Spa" / "Hotel" where the conference was held. It was so far out
that we didn't even have cell phone coverage.

Now three days at a "resort" / "spa" / etc. may sound rather posh and enjoyable but not for
this crusty reporter. The four star hotel was so full of itself that they didn't even offer internet
access to the guests because it might "detract from the whole ambiance". So there I was,
for three days and nights without email, web, or cell phone access. Not fun.
The rooms were designed by a student of Frank Loyd Wright. It was a good student too.
He had absorbed Frank's ability to make something visualy pleasing but utterly useless.
In a word the rooms were uncomfortable and dificult to use. The bathroom was designed
as part of the harmonious whole but to do that meant that it was almost impossible to enter
said room without banging your knees on the "attractive but useless" stainless steel wash basin.
I could go on ranting about terrible room design but I don't have time. I've got 3 days of email
to catch up on.



Friday, February 14, 2003

 
Love to All

Yes, on this Valentiens Day I want to offer my Love to all you loyal readers out there who have spent your precious time following my ramblings here and to than you for putting up with my terrible spelling. You know who you are.

It's a warm ( 75 f ) sunny, windy, normal summer day here in Wellington. On my noon walk I came accross a young woman passing out invitations to the "BIG STOP THE WAR" march this weekend. I took one of her leafletes and assured her that I would be there, shoulder to shoulder with her and her friends calling on Saddam to bow to the will of the international community and disarm or at least to step down to avoid a war. She looked at me with blank uncomprehension. "No" she exclaimed "Saddam is not the problem, it's George Bush who is pursuing the evil American imperialist agenda" I replied "I thought you were intersted in preventing war in Iraq and the best way to do that is to influence Saddam to live up to the disarmament agrements he signed and the 16 UN resolutions". Suddenly I became invisible and she turned away and proceded to act as if I weren't there. I guess being "anti war" is just a code word for being "anti American". Sad.





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