Showing posts with label creative writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label creative writing. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Black Out

We experienced a mini black out in NY today. It tested my friendship. As I informed my friend from a nearby office and looked for alternative routes to go home and as our office were all anxiously seeking more info from an overburdened subway website that adamantly refused to load for us so we can view it, my friend informed me she didn't care. According to her, her side of Manhattan wasn't effected and it was too bad for the other side. The Eastern side, my office's side, my side. I argued how rude and callous her attitude was, gently at first and perhaps firmer later (as with the case with arguments). But after her stoically stating we would just have to deal with it. I asked her if I could use that line when she came to me with her problems. (as in just this morning...hours of boring and repetitive arguments between her and her lover). We ended the argument with exclamations, and bitter intonations. I told her not to come crying on my shoulder about her endless arguments which inexorable always solved themselves but which left me bored and tired from listening to. She shouted she wouldn't. Not to worry. Then she said Ciao. I was like yup, ciao, for I am not one who feels the need to maintain burndensome companionships that don't provide some level of solace. She will have to do better if she plans to stick around.

Things you should never do drunk

Write blogs,
Write comments in other peoples blogs,
call ex-boyfriends
declare your love to someone (especially to an ex-someone)
show up at work
show up anywhere near a co-worker
perm or color your own hair
get a tatoo
fall asleep on a subway
shop online with your credit card
or shop online with yhour boy friend's credit card
oh I fear my list is too long
please feel free to contact me for the full list should you require it.

Saturday, June 02, 2007

PARIS STAR

This story in no way represents anything pertaining to reality, unless you see similarities, but even then, I refute all responsibility as all good bureaucrats do.

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It would seem to me in the cases of many organizations, the idea of bureaucracy was created both to protect employees from doing any work as well as to provide the illusion of work by creating a cover for departments to constantly shift responsibility by volleying the work to different departments. To be short, it is the art of avoiding work in the most elegant and plausible manner.

It was due to this strategy that we the colony ship were experiencing a sense of growing abandonment, creating a sometimes complacent relationship among its members and ultimately a growing feeling of betrayal, anger and madness. Yes, madness, what else could it be called?

The captain severely encumbered by his inability to attain anything from headquarters, was experienced limited options. So that most of the communications to Headquarters, Paris Star went as such:

To PARIS STAR:
Shipping packages never received. Contacted shippers who deny responsibility. Please look into matter and report back.

PARIS STAR:
Message Copied 002161.

No one reports back.

To PARIS STAR:
Require Assistance into looking into shipping containers. Please report back.

PARIS STAR:
Message Copied 001222.

No one reports back.

To PARIS STAR:
Request permission to run diagnostics. Need master password. Please reply.

PARIS STAR:
Message copied 001865. Message sent to technical support.

No one reports back.

To PARIS STAR::
2nd Request permission to run diagnostics. Need master password. Please reply.

PARIS STAR:
Automated Message copy 001866.

No one reports back.

To PARIS STAR:
3rd Request permission to run diagnostics. Need master password. Please reply.

PARIS STAR:
Automated Message copy 002111. Technical Support: Request for full diagnostic run denied. Suggestion to reboot.

To PARIS STAR:
4th Request permission to run diagnostics. Need master password. Reboot process attempted as specified by protocol TS152 and failed. Please reply.

PARIS STAR:
Automated Message copy 002838.

No one reports back.

To PARIS STAR:
5th Urgent: work will be drastically reduced following no reply from the below request. Request permission to run diagnostics. Need master password. Reboot process attempted as specified by protocol TS152 and failed. Please reply.

PARIS STAR:
Automated Message copy 002899.

No one reports back.

As TH1 floated around the periphery of Paris Star but still far from the mother ship, alone and forgotten it’s crew members learn to request and rely less upon Paris Star. Captain Tao becomes increasingly prone to fits of sullenness and has developed the habit of creating projects which has no other objective then to discourage his team from approaching his office and soliciting his help or sharing their frustration with him. He also has adopted the peculiar habit of pulling imaginary lint from his shirt and punctuation his sentences with “and there it is. Hmph.”

He occasionally organizes meetings that speak of “adjusting to limited access allotted to them by Paris Star while simultaneously encouraging them to maintain rules and protocol” which he knows are impossible as all protocol refers back to Paris Star who is increasingly unresponsive. He himself adjusts to this situation by taking a page out of Paris Star’s strategy by becoming ever more complacent to his lack of work and copies their example of avoiding responsibility towards his team.

They struggle for a small while, learning to ask Captain Tao for less help as a feeling of frustration grows among them like a dark hidden disease under the layers of apparently healthy eyes, nose, mouth, heart. There network deteriorating, they work less frequently, until almost no work is done at all.They expect the Captain to journey over to the Main Office on their behalf as the responsible person for their office. It is all they speak of in hushed voices in the long corridors and the corners of their halls.

Tao, aware of his responsibility and his team expectations that he should confront the Main Office during an annual meeting refuses to push the issue too strongly and hopes that by not forcing managements hand, and not disrupting the beehive, as he likens them, he will in fact win himself an increase in salary, a promotion, points for not being disruptive. Likewise, if he is blamed for his team falling under expectations, he can always plead innocent and state that that they never had the necessary support of the Main Office which was required in maintaining schedule. He will play the victim and came out the stronger for it. Either way he assures himself it is win, win. He returns to his office preparing himself for continued hibernation as he refers to it.

As Captain Tao returns to Paris Star, and no change is implemented hope vanishes. His team bicker among themselves. They fight for status and power and money in this vacuum of management and work. In order to avoid multiple disruptions and growing conflicts from his staff he quickly picks favorites as to thwart people from contacting him for fairness, credit for work, and other privileges others may fight to usurp. He also appoints these favorites as gatekeepers who others are encouraged to approach instead of contacting him directly. His favorites, for the most part avoid disrupting him for fear of falling out of favor and his less fortunate employees avoid him for fear of additional work, falling further out of favor and knowing they will never attain help from him. For the most part, visits to his office and direct interface communications are drastically reduced and then, not much later, non-existent. His direct communication line becomes inaccessible. No one wonders if this is due to his own choice, new company policy, or a breakdown. There is of course no one to ask anyhow. The less favored employees avoid all contact with the favored employees, as it is probable that they do not know much more but will invent false info in order to demonstrate favored status.

Hostile aggression becomes passive aggressive, quiet attacks buried under bureaucratic madness until the day someone find the Captains door ajar and sees that his head has been removed and put in the trash seemingly months ago. sending out useless memos in his place, while quietly leaving his decaying headless body sitting in his chair.

Who has usurped the power? Or perhaps the vacuum of power?

To PARIS STAR:
Urgent, Captain Tao believe to be murdered. Colony Office members TH1 fear for their lives. Request code for immediate return to PARIS STAR.

PARIS STAR:
Message Rejected by computer process PR4481. Protocol forbids non-management from contacting management; refer back to protocol manual for full details.

Silence……

Monday, May 28, 2007

Mouse fable

Mr. Mouse was quite lost. He needed to go home but it seemed the more he searched, the more lost he became.


Frustrated he asked one of the forest animals for help and they said why not ask the Cat for he knows the forest through and through. Mouse knew this was true, but cat also had a habit of eating mice, but yet, he had to get home. Could he trust Cat? So Mouse went to see Owl and asked what he thought of his plan. Owl hooted plaintively, "you must choose your friends wisely not all who offer help have your best interest at heart. Cat likes to eat and although the winter hasn't started yet and there is plenty of food, what makes you think he won't be hungry after so long a journey." Mouse replied "but I must go home. I must be home by winter or surely I will die." Owl hooted, "let me bring you home. But mouse was not convinced as he knew Owl too liked to eat mice and so he says and why wouldn't you eat me?" Owl says "because you are my friend". "Cat says he is my friend as well." Owl hooted, "but I have wings and can carry you home. "
Very frustrated at his lack of options mouse sits by the lake and cries. Rabbit comes up and asks him why his is making more water for the lake. Mouse explains "I must rely on those that want to eat me to take me home, but if I don't accept their help I will die from the winter so far from home because i am a mouse." "What does a mouse have to do with you dieing." "Well because I don't have wings, to see the entire forest, or long legs that will take me over stretches of land in a short time, I don't even have claws to defend myself." "And now I must die." "Well says Rabbit if you are decided then just do it quickly and stop sobbing." "Mouse moans but don't you see I don't want to die." "Well then you can use your strengths to help you out of your situation." "Strengths?..." he utters "But i have none. Do you not listen?" "Rabbit sighs patiently everyone has something, take that poor rock over their, it's no rock its turtle and his shell hides and protects him." "Then what do I have?" "I can't tell you what you have" says rabbit exasperated. "You must know what you have. You are a silly mouse" and with that rabbit hops off.

Later Mouse comes back to Owl and says "I accept your help to bring me home. How about tomorrow?" Owl accepts and the next day they meet. Owl holds little mouse in his claws and off they go till mouse sees his village and instructs owl to go down, but owl doesn't go down . Mouse cries pitifully. "Please let me see my village one last time if you are to eat me. Render me this promise you have made."

So Owl lowers down to the village when without warning cat jumps on his back. Mouse leaps away and says "I have no claws, beak or wings to defend me but I am cunning. I asked Cat to follow us and promised in return he would have something bigger to eat then myself." And off mouse ran into the night as both Cat and Owl sat mesmerized on how such a small mouse had fooled them and how quickly his tiny shape could disappear under the shadow of the evening.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

A Small Doodle Really


I have only been at my job for a month when i think I have already made a little error, which I am sure they will believe is a lot bigger then just little, but as it is their company, they of course have the final judgement call, so I suppose we can just call the error a big error. I was putting together a boardroom booklet with minutes and it was the first time i saw such ridiculously mindless documents. Which all began to look the same but which never the less had to be placed in a precise order. This seemed fine and all except I do not what basis they use to decide the sequence of the order. So when my manager with very limited time sat down with me and shuffled the pages until he found this order which he understood but did not share the logic of with I. I thought it was very clever of me to number said pages with a #2 yellow pencil as these documents were still being worked on and the fear was that they could unintentionally become disordered again. Mind you I had an eraser handy at my desk I planned to use on them before sending them out.

It was quite a shock to me when I was binding these documents and noticed my little number marks on the ends of these very official but terribly boring documents like a child's disobedient scribble on a perfectly pristine wall. Increasing my misfortune was the fact that though they were written in such a light pencil marks as to be barley noticeable, they were were now made much darker by our evil and terribly disloyal copier machine. Of course this was only noticed by myself when I was putting together the last book and my manger was waiting with an outstretched hand to gather the booklets to make his London flight.

I don't touch my pencils at my desk they stare at me guiltily.

 
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