internship
An internship is probably one of the most ironic and funniest phases of a career.
On one hand. You’re in business. You talk business, you dress business, you eat business, you man the urinal in a more business fashion, you get treated business and if you’re good enough to get your hands dirty, you do business.
On the other hand, everybody has this inherent right to claim credit for your work, and you get the same salary as the pizza delivery guy.
Thrilling experience.
on the one thing you’re good at…
Every country has this one thing they’re really good at, and which serves as the pivot point, the common culture and the one thing that pegs people together.
In America, it’s the corporate structures and technology. In Italy it’s religion and art. In France, it’s the political institution itself. In Turkey, it’s the army.
Crude, but true. Americans are worried that their corporatocracy is coming down. Frenchmen will go nuts if they think someone is tampering with egalité and fraternité. Italians have been known to guard the church with their bare flesh.
My theory is being proven wrong as noone moves a finger in Turkey… Good thing I was wrong.
Hello world, again
Writer’s block, I’ve found, may come rather harshly and hold your blogger here captive for longer than desirable.
After that long captivity I noticed I’ve been looking for some place to put down my thoughts and see if I still had it.
And I thought I would follow along with a few key feedbacks I kept getting, on writing:
- shorter, that is, easily consumable
- with no real point
- and with no real intention to be read
So generally, it’ll be random thoughts every now and then, with no reason for me to write, and for you to read…
