Scribbles

I want to scribble again after a period of dryness for words. Now that my daughter is eight months old, I can hear the call of ideas shouting inside my head again. Although I have not put my way of expressing a thought into practice, I’m willing to give it another shot. With a bit of luck, I wish to be enthused once more.

Tuesday, December 02, 2003

A letter for a departing colleague

Indeed there is a war going on. It’s a battle between the less gifted and their masters. I know you’ve unleashed a missile not as deadly as the first stingray you planned. But it’s a more subtle and less threatening one. You made your point already by deciding to leave this company. Don’t think about the rotten system anymore, my friend. It’s none of your concern anymore. After this month you’re free. No more will you experience the same routine you go through day after day. I tell you, after this month you will be as happy as ever.

Good Luck...

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