When the only tool you have is a hammer, everything starts to look like a nail.


This about sums it up: "Well ya see, Norm, it's like this... A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, as we know, kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. That's why you always feel smarter after a few beers." - Cheers

   

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Friday, November 24, 2006
Week Filled With Wonder

Hah! Saw this in one of my previous entries way back 2004:

"One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through. Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters - whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished. "

It's an apt passage for what I'm feeling right now. Our team just went through crap this week. Too many suprises thrown together at the same time. And the thing that I really hate is the feeling of helplessness. I really can't do anything about this one. My hands are tied. I feel like I'm talking to one of our clients trying to give them bull just to appease them. Now it's my soul that needs the comfort.  

Esteemed boss just bid us farewell. And all this shit after all the pep talks I had to endure when I wanted to say goodbye. I know I shouldn't be pissed. But I am. He's the reason I'm still here. All I can say is he will truly be missed. He has taught me that when somebody asks you to jump, you don't ask "how high?", instead you ask "Why?" He was the one who taught me to always fight for what I want, let go of the things I can't change and move on from people and situations that bring me down.

So why am I finding it so hard to let go of him?


Posted at Friday, November 24, 2006 by chabacz

 

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