Hoy vi ratatoille. Me gusta mucho el discursp final, eso de “los artistas pueden venir de cualquier parte”. Pensaba en la vocación y el perseguir sueños, en los dones, en los elegidos, en los que ven mas allá de la media, en los extranos, en los incomprendidos, en los que no son normales, en los que no son vulgares, en los honestos, en los complejos, en aquellos que viven eso que les cambia la perspectiva de la existencia.
La rata remy siguió su impulso, esa voz interior que la alejo de su familia y de su mundo de origen. Tuvo la suerte de cruzar la frontera con su don, con si resiliencia. Supo no rendirse. Sin embargo sabía que era distinto a los demás y logró encontrar el lugar con sus iguales.
La vida no es así. La vida nos exige adaptación o tolerancia. Es difícil ser tolerante en mi lugar: pero aprendí la paciencia. Me llama mucho la atención como dinámicas casi patológicas pueden darse en un lugar de trabajo donde todos son enfermos. No tengo otra palabra. Creo que da miedo saber hasta donde puede llegar unos sujetos insanos (después mas detalles).
No tener don y sonarlo es una maldición también. Me gusta el discurso acerca de la crítica que aparece en la peli antes identificada. Es fácil criticar, buscar las fallas. Comprender es un arte dejado, olvidado ya en estos tiempos de inmediatez. Tuve unos días muy buenos este fin de semana, sigo tratando de ser feliz y me resulta bien. Hubo un festival de jazz en el teatro municipal y no fui, porque el trabajo cansa. Que fome y alienante es cumplir horarios de trabajo (ya que lo que hago me gusta).
Ideas a desarrollar: Ya se quien curiosea mi computador. El don y la movilidad social Arribismo en importancia por clasificación socioeconómica. Ignorancia y vulgaridad.
Knowing yourself could be the key to your success.
Written by Matt Wegner Founder and Lead Counselor, Matt Wegner Financial Coaching, www.mattwegnercoaching.com
Have you ever seen someone get promoted because they are good at their job, only to fail at the next level because they weren’t good at it? Take, for example, a leading salesman who is promoted to sales manager and suddenly can’t perform. What happened to that salesman? Chances are, he’s meant to be a salesman, not a manager. What makes you good at one task or career path may make you bad at the next. You see, we are all “wired” a little differently than the next person. Because of our unique talents, skills, abilities, interests and passions, each of us has a different combination of strengths. Our own combination is best used to our advantage. If you know your own combination, you can unlock the secret to performing.
You see, we often make the mistake of focusing on our weaknesses thinking that these are the easiest areas to see improvements. The reality is that we will spend 90% of our time and energy trying to improve 10% of our skills that we don’t do well. Why not spend 90% of your time enhancing and developing your natural skills that make up 90% of your skill set. The results are much more productive. By focusing on the things you do well and making them better, you are working with the way you were made.
For example, if you need to pull a trailer across the country, would you go buy a Ferrari to pull the trailer? Why not? Even though it has plenty of power, it’s not designed to pull a trailer. A Ferrari only has 10% of the total skills needed to pull the trailer (lots of horsepower). You could spend a lot of time and money trying to modify the Ferrari so it could pull the trailer but the end result will be a failure. Why not go out and hitch the trailer to a pickup and get the performance that truck was designed for? You can then set the Ferrari free to run at top speed on the smooth roads.
What type of car are you? Are you a Ferrari or a truck? Maybe you’re a sedan or a minivan. In the career world and at home, it’s important to know what type of vehicle you are so you can drive the right roads the right way.
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(preferably Indian Bank or State Bank of India) in favour of ‘Hindustan Aeronautics Limited’, payable at Bangalore. Candidates belonging to SC / ST / PWD category are exempted from payment of Application Fee.
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Ah, this new temp agency I found, we’ll call them Ajilawn, seems to do all the things that good temp agencies used to do, namely finding you temporary jobs until they can find you a permanent job. On Monday I’ll be starting as a cashier at a local hospital cafeteria. That will last until around the end of September, then I’m going to go to work for a large hotel chain, traveling to different locations and installing printers.
So in one fell swoop, Ajilawn has embraced both my recent cashier experience and my decade-old technical support experience into one extended modern day experience of temporary employment. I’ll be getting a better wage and more hours than I got at the convenience store, plus I feel like I’m working toward something cool! Who knows what could be right around the bend?
Other Las Vegas temp agencies need to take note: this company knows what it’s doing. Fuck your warehouse jobs. Fuck your convention jobs. Fuck your glorified day labor. Fuck needing experience in the exact same position and type of business I’m applying for. (”Hey? Have you ever been a receptionist for a Chinese grocery wholesaler? No, it doesn’t matter that you know how to answer a phone. If you have never worked for a Chinese grocery wholesaler, then I can’t send you over.”)
I can do anything I put my mind to. The lady at Ajilawn saw that in me and I’m going to prove her right. This isn’t rocket science people. It’s temp work. There is no reason anyone should have to sit around for months, calling in available week after week, waiting for a temp agency to find them a job that never comes. Put people to work or GTFO of the industry. That’s how I make money and that’s how YOU make money, so what the fuck is your problem?
My Horse Wants You. That’s what the uneven orange magnets read on the convection oven, which hugs the wall separating the front and back kitchens. The stainless steel screams I-N-D-U-S-T-R-Y, not exactly mama’s kitchen. It’s gray, everything’s sharp, and it reflects every bit of heat and light. The only flowers in the room are ending-up as edible garnish in the salads and that damn oven is always hot. When the timer goes off, the buzzer drills like nails down a chalkboard or how gunpowder would taste after simmering for days… but damn-it, I love it.
I met Mahalo tonight, a slender young man whose eyes were as dark and brown as his long hair, which was neatly tucked under his billed cap. He introduces himself as an asshole and it turns out, he’s an honest man. He’s sarcastic, serious and sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference. I don’t know whether I am supposed to laugh and say good one or smile, nod and fulfill his request. He’s a talented cook, works well, but has nervous hands. I mean they really shake like a loose leaf on a blustery day, jittery but somehow they are precise with a blade making clean cuts. When things settle down, Mahalo extends his introduction proclaiming that he has minimal tolerance when it comes to “fuck offs who don’t know dick about shit,” or for those who get in his way during a rush. He moves well in the kitchen and usually opens his mouth only to warn others of his movements imbued with the slang that goes with the job: “crossin’ and swingin’ hard!” meaning, he’s walking through the kitchen, often behind others, with hot pans, sharp knives and will be opening the oven door quickly. He sometimes seems like a hard-ass, swearing like a pirate, making sure I understand his concern for others is minimal and yet, he has a beautiful bilingual girlfriend who wears blue without a bra. Now, a man like that might be hard in public, but may be soft sunny-side up at home, mal schauen.
Tonight was my second stage. The clean-shaven Mahalo was the sun and I his shadow. I followed him around from grill, to pantry, to pizza for the Sous let two members of the back kitchen leave early in order to maintain hours. Truth is, it’s not so much about letting those skip out early all the time or being a nice guy, it’s more to cut labor costs, maintaining earnings and dividends. Being suddenly shorthanded, things got crazy, and I was left alone at pantry to make salads, appetizers and plate desserts whose names, in Italian, meant nothing to me save tiramisu…god, I love that stuff: lady fingers, booze, cream, chocolate and cinnamon, ugh! Thank you sir, may I have another? Tickets were spittin’ and so was the grill; I was being baptized. I held my end up well and kept my cool ending the night by sweeping the walk-in and flipping out my station.
When service ends, I hear kudos coming from around the kitchen “you did great tonight, way to hold it down vato,” and the sous chef cheers, “fuck ya, pinche madre.” Why, thank you! Working for these guys for free at this time in my life is fine and to be honest, I truly have nothing better to do, but I would like to eventually get paid in denominations larger than some spaghetti and meatballs. For now, two beers, some pasta, bowl of salad, slice of herbed bread, 5 croissants and a to-go container full of Polenta…not bad, made out pretty well.
Tomorrow is Monday and I was instructed to come back and speak to Chef to see what’s up (I really want to work here). Hopefully, what’s up is my income. The work is good and thus far, I’ve enjoyed the new scene but I will surely be searching for a career-move, offering earnings that make me blush with excitement knowing that I’m being overpaid to work a lucid dream. It’ll come, but for now even the asshole is pushin’ for me to stay, which is a good thing. Order up! I need this job.
