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June
22

He just wanted to open a blog

I must point out the baby blog of my friend, who after years in the (vain) attempt to bring some 'enterprise 2.0' in his company decided to sublimate some of its bitterness rely, as always, to "blgosfera .

The blog is called I just wanted to open a blog .

Best wishes.

April
29

(Non) News from Alcatraz

I always get emotional when I hear something of my old company, especially if there's even half the intranet.

In this case it is rather a non-news, or the failure on the company intranet, any reference to the recent death of a colleague at work , Antonio Carlino.

He says it's not depressing staff. That still alive.

January
28

Enlarge your ranking with ... Repubblica.it

My friend and co-author of our next book (to be released in days) and a former colleague Paul Artuso is on Repubblica.it finished with his photographic work on advertising. Sent him an email and they told him: ok, mandacele immediately. Hats off. His is a truly original work, which I had spoken at the time and I can finally see. I'm curious to know how such a thing will increase its ranking on Google.

It really deserves it, even if that site column has always been a real puttanaio. Moreover Repubblica.it is going to be the champion of Italian trains lost (blogs, citizen journalism, tagging, access to sources, etc.). You were the pioneers, have become the delicatessen and you're doing even beat the Corriere and Panorama. But you do not mind a bit '?

Okay, closed parenthesis.'m Sure that will rise to Alcatraz the usual chorus of "but you're wasted here." I know, but it's hard to give up this ... From Paul, you can do ...

May
24

Greetings from cyberspace

Since I see that every day there is at least one access from the intranet of my old company will take this opportunity to greet all of my former colleagues (I can send a greeting in transmission? Eh? Hello former colleagues - and waved to look foolish).

Out here things are going so well, but you also know that steering a middle course. I promise that when I find the solution to all our prblemi the blog post available to all.

A Saluton

April
18

I worked here

And how many conventions I helped organize that meeting of Rozzano, Milan when I was ... Okay, I turned the corner. I will have done well? I still do not understand mica.

But one thing is certain: I really feel the absence of any juicy gossip in this time my colleagues will stand by the "inside" about what's going on (and keep me informed, bastaaaaardi ....).

January
24

O my beautiful madunina

When I worked at Alcatraz, home to Rome, I proposed to return to Milan. I winked, as if to say "yeah, you'll go home eh!" And did not understand my terrified face and strange signs spell.

Even today, when I called to work in Milan, put his fingers to cross, and do two hours of biofeedback. But why?

The reasons are very many, but let me describe just one. And I intend to illustrate its cover, because then I did a mini-photo report on my places of origin (along with a my friend of misery the time ) to remove that look alluring from the face of my colleagues.

I think the only place in the world that was able to create something where before there was nothing. A place that exists for removal, in fact. For third factories, apartment blocks for third, one third of houses. Occasionally skips a store. On the road: Cuboni mall. Inside the houses heaters on for eight months a year.

Parquet in the fog and people on the benches. For many years I too have been on those benches. Cap and croissant now cost 2 euro e10. If you stop for too long at one point, after a while 'or the police arrive or come to rob. When I was 17 I had to take the bus to go anywhere. A bus every hour to midnight, the end.

Here's the report . And this is my house .

And always thank you, my dear Rome, for giving me a chance.

December
30

Freedom

Ok, today is the last day of work in the company. The salary, bonus, the premietti, insurance, food stamps ... I was bored after 13 years: from now on I will live in the woods, dress skins' animal and I will feed on berries and roots. But maybe not.

December
5

There we too affectionate

Companies have died, but still do not know, and make business plans as if nothing was happening. But remains of the dead. Companies have died and no pact with the devil, no mesmerism organization can revive them. Do not be fooled by professionals who speak on the phone so excited and serious while clocked in, look beyond women's suit with the laptop and talking on the phone on the Pendolino, examine filigree consultants with the black suit, the white shirt and pointy shoes. Go beyond the advertising and marketing that informs us that "everything around us." Try to read backlit their press releases. They're all walking dead.

Companies are long dead, with all their machinery of war. With their endless pyramids, with their ropes, with their managers who speak without knowing what they are saying on the skin of thousands of people with a shiver in cold sweat, with their projects without rhyme or reason, with their slides, with their slogans that nobody has ever followed, with their house organ, their false press releases, with their arrogant and incompetent leaders, with their employees that you are always frigates, with their sensitivity to steamroller, with their managers with the fifth grade that their employees plurilaureati stick with their routine that gradually you empty inside, with their arrogance with their cowardice, fear crowds that govern all their choices, with their hypocrisy that defiles us all with their talent fleeing with their mediocre instead remain with their employees who resist with their aspiring managers who aspire not to breathe. With their impunity. With their genetic inability to develop the best of each of us. With their procedures, with their rites tired with their celebrations stale, with their pettiness, their disgusting prudence, with their entangled with their entangled. With their never mind, with their mad race to the bottom, with their nineteenth-century language, with their waste, their myopic and sad overview, with their disgusting ideology, with their "customer orientation" that have never wanted to know, with their "transparency" that are careful to practice with their "speed" and "efficiency" that you care less.

Twenty years maximum this will no longer exist. But do not you hear the creaking, do not feel drafts from which the wind is getting cold called from time to time immaterial labor, network, cognitive economy, dynamic management of knowledge and especially something called the market, so damn far from ghost in the room imagined buttons that govern these companies are called dinosaurs. But you hear the wail of dozens, hundreds of thousands, millions of people who are sick of being treated as mentally handicapped who want to decide who they want to get involved, they want to do, finally, how things are done?

I know what you're thinking, but how would we do without the companies? Who will give us all the goods and services that delight us life every day? How will we survive without a production system? Think a little 'over-all this exists today despite the company and not through them. Innovation and the ability to produce something new does not arise within companies: creep, just in their jerseys. Are actually products of a main product is called self-preservation, every day more difficult.

No, not resist, there is no plausible reason to justify the persistence of a device that produces so much dissatisfaction inside and outside so much inefficiency.
Companies will die: they will go so simply, without fanfare, like a natural thing. Will melt like snow in the sun and we will only vague memories of their pathetic presence. We will remember them as a queue on the motorway: oppressive and hopeless until we were inside, absolutely useless and free once dissolved.

We do not know what to replace, perhaps some form of local cooperation, perhaps a world of professionals linked together, perhaps a return to some form of popular crafts. All I know is that any form will work when we buried these monsters producing misery and frustration will be ruled by passion, the dream, the game, the cooperation, the desire to do something good and the desire to be masters of our know.

What I know is that companies, these companies are a human product, which had a beginning and will have an end. Companies are not the best organization possible, and never before has felt the need for a new utopia able to imagine what will happen.

We do not know when, we do not know how, but it will happen.

PS For some mystical reason, the discussion on this post was held here . Since we know that the Net consists of the text: text + links + + enrichment discussions, the carryover for completeness.

November
10

Mess

Ok, guys, I'm not dead (I think). It 's just that a lot of things are happening and of course the blog will suffer (not to mention, brrr, website, provided by June, what a shame ....). So, for example, that is happening: I am making the lecturer in a lot of courses (fig), I resigned from Alcatraz (fichissmimo), I'm reading a lot of interesting things (say right road), I'm prducento some forms of e- learning (er, if we call it alarming slide of speakers, but we'll talk about this ....). Well, I'm working. Waiting for better times, Nielsen beccatevi this article dedicated to his research on best intranets of 2005 . See you soon.

needle
5

There is always a solution

Leave, part-time, severance pay, resignation:

something will happen.

Happy holidays to all. See you in late August.

April
20

They do not like

For some inexplicable reason I am sometimes consulted by friendly strangers and journalists on a wide range (up to now: Undernet and corporate blogs). Last performance of the undersigned: Business and Finance of Monday, April 18. Ok, I'm obviously pleased and proud of me. Just a clarification: I am not "managers" of anything, understand? Scriverelo not in interviews, perhaps write editor, slave boy, but avoided mention of that damn little word, because you know that every time the word appears managers associated with my name I will cut a phalanx of little finger. Also, the word is here to Alcatraz and very ashamed of mine not just my self-esteem, already seriously threatened every time I look in the mirror.

Um, okay Director? I've said eh, I've done what I could. Please, no, I kneel on peas, eh? Please, just this once let me eat the salt, let me, I'll slide all that time, no never mind the knife, I'll write a thousand times the phrase "synergies improve," noooo ... not the finger.

set
23

Time flies

Today, interview with a training body for a new teaching activities. Arrival and ... suddenly surrounded me three beautiful vestal swamped with questions. Where was she? Consultants in paradise? In the land of gold trainers? Then, at some point, while the blue eyes staring at me one of the three parties (mah ...) You let down your hair spendidi setati, which coincided, of course, with the total loss of autonomic control of my faculties. Where was the trick? I was on candid camera? It was kind of award for my work as a corporate slave? The architects of the Matrix had decided to make me relax a bit '? I would have stayed to talk for hours, which unfortunately I did. Then, when my saliva is totally cleared, I gently woke my interlocutors and I said goodbye to return to Alcatraz.

June
24

I (unfortunately) think

I think the companies are unnecessarily consuming more energy for our generation. I think the leadership of Italian companies, if you would do a favor to the country, should leave. Throughout. Quietly, advancing by making excuses and timid. I think that sane people should stop trying to "improve things". I think that people in business see, throughout his life, things that do not help to maintain health. I think I'm sick of seeing ugly people in the canteen, I think I'm sick of seeing ugly people in the meeting. I think people should talk about how they eat, and stop bombast xenophilia finding names that do not give a damn about anyone. I think people should stop thinking we are honest in and then can easily obey things that disgust. I think the family is not a good reason to obey the things that disgust. I think I do not know when it started this thing that people only think about work and qualify with their roles, and are enthusiastic when talking about labor and things that do not or things they have done, which are often little things . I think we are all living in a Matrix evil that there is sucking my brain, I think we should stop telling crap from morning to evening. I think we should stop laughing to pick ourselves up, because there is nothing to laugh about.

I think. I think this country has a problem. One problem that we all know and respect our work. I think it can not be coincidence that we all find ourselves thinking the same things people who command us. I think this is a case that things are always so, damn, the same everywhere in this country. I think there is, really exists a mechanism, a plot, a conspiracy that prevents the best people to go ahead. In this country there is something called the Mafia. In this country there is something called "brain drain". Existed in this country is also something called "Craxismo.
I think that we can not base the command of millions of people fear. I think that fear is the real key to the power companies in this country.

I think that whoever says that the company is well mint, and mint to himself first. Why can not feel good in places sent out by people like these. These people have families, are often good people. But they are incapable (right?) Are fearful (right?) Are opportunists (right?). They are them and us is us. And no one will pay for it. And no, I mean nobody, will speak in debates about these things. The aliens have arrived long ago, and took the reins and their first rule is that an alien will never hurt another alien.

I do not want to have more fear. I hate myself for letting me get to this point.

April
26

Dear, how are you?

Dear, how are you? Guess wrong. On the other hand could not be otherwise having the life you do: the already crowded morning subway bombs or column as the poor wretches on highways that impede the smooth flow of blood, your poor, you have no way to take measure of yourself. Caged, just get out of breath by means of private or public transport, offices tragic, sickening in rooms filled with empty-minded colleagues and themselves that the only full they can do is only to petrol and shouted in the corridors of crap .
I guess just that under these conditions, you have no way of reflecting on what you want.
I guess you're seeing evil filthy faces of your leaders, who continue to repeat meaningless numbers trying to fill the empty horror that haunts them.
I guess you're feeling so good when you miss the air, when the walls of your organization you choke when you get those emails disgusting type chains Snt'Antonio, inviting you to smile at your neighbor to be generous with others positive-thinking Zen. I send these guys around like garbage, standing there on the public square with background messages of peace and corporate mantra.

Before leaving, however, we want to stress one thing: do not think that I am here to absolve from sins, to tell you how bad the world and how are you poor unfortunate victims of a system in which there acknowledge and that crushes you. You, unfortunately, you deserve much of what happens there.
And I'll argue. I will not give you recipes (I'm not a cook), I will not give precepts (not a master of thought), nor give advice (I do not have to persuade), more simply, I will give demonstrations, those who do not arrive by mail and can not read about those stupid glossy magazines that make a fine show in your processes and sad that you hold in your living room tables.

I will take the trouble to give a "look from afar." Now I must go: the beach waiting for me. And while I'll run my dog and iodine invade my lungs piss on shrubs regardless of the indices of Dow Jones.

April
15

Professional-Rap

Some people call me careerist, grabber, jester, sinister opportunist
I run like crazy on the track, the two master degree gaze that wins
I am what I know, to live like you are what you should not know where to go
Are meeting in what is the idiot, he beats a child, serious and faithful to say something intelligent homework that seems to play SAPIENTINO.

Ironically, gogliardia, the fear goes away, when it comes to chick I have to say my
Are striking, pungent, sharp, I give the pat on undercounter powerful.
Transform problems into solutions, king of the meetings, go down with the slide in large lion's den

Are the most quoted, are appointed
Listings with eligible candidates for the papacy
I will not bring bad luck, but the guest list ...
I'm a professional

I am a professional.

They are professional, devoted to the cause, he believes the messages of pole vaulting
The relay, the team game, the manager as soon as all above
If I talk about yoga, canoe holidays, my flirtation in Monaco, you must accept
I am an incorrigible optimist incredible hedonistic, conformist moderate my mom has taught me to be respected by all

Zen ginsen, gym for men, tai Chin culture that is very za-zen
Transform problems into solutions, is a wheel that goes, and I know where it goes

Are the most quoted, are appointed
Listings with eligible candidates for the papacy
I will not bring bad luck, but the guest list ...
I'm a professional

I am a professional.

Roll roll roll my existence, lived prudently, with impudence.
I live with all banquet, retiring as the military, I always say yes, so is Friday,
I think the mission, I see the vision, if I go I slip into depression convention
Live without joy or pain in the folds of hours, I play the protagonist do, do calculations without me alchemists never distract noise

Here, I feel, my boss is happy, he corrected the proofs of my document
The project values, the pose, it justifies my thought that with the agreement rests
The difficulties son'opputunità, is a theater that goes, and I know where it goes

Are the most quoted, are appointed
Listings with eligible candidates for the papacy
I will not bring bad luck, but the guest list ...
I'm a professional

I am a professional.

April
9

Guests

Dear friends: This space is wandering more often on issues of corporate life and the like. And 'natural, given the topic of the blog, but I still have my specific (ie cazzeggiano on intranets, philosophy and myself), and in that field there are those who gets along better than me.

Was urgent then external collaboration, and I am pleased to accept the invitation Mister Capisano. caustico e corrosivo , che c i parlerà delle aziende e soprattutto delle persone che le abitano. It 's a hyperbolic sir, caustic and corrosive, which c i talk about the companies and especially the people who live there. Living for years in Gibraltar, but I assure you that has a long life experience in business contexts. In fact I t seen him for years, living away from prying eyes, but good scratch from a distance. When you decide to visit us I'll be honored.

Capisano Mister, you look

April
5

For new graduates

Dear new graduate, I want to tell you something that will serve you when you're entering the world of work in companies. You know, life presents us constantly faced with choices and, though it seems, always asks us which way we feel. These choices change us, change us inside. And sometimes we do without realizing it.

Companies, organizations, are the largest producers of changes in our minds. Manipulators are soft and melting, which seduce us with promises sailor, and these promises are called "projects".

Dear new graduate, now you have many more tools: six cultured, caring, motivated. You have technology, you know the Net and use it. Try using these tools in the best way, or to understand that the World is something beyond you, beyond your projects, as well as your work experience, beyond your company.

Dear new graduate, you feel like you do, you establish yourself and make something work. Want to make a career, you want to achieve, you build on your knowledge. But to do this you will need to be yourself, be someone, you want to play, not taking yourself too seriously.

Dear new graduate, I have seen lots of people full of ideas, full of energy, joyful and anarchic original women become in a few months in business machines-shoulder-bag-suits, talking on the phone in the canteen, while the governing tray, sold in the name of a project that becomes their only reason for living. Gossip machines full of bitterness, meeting animals whose only satisfaction is to note things on your handheld-callulare.

Dear new graduate, your project will continue without you. The world will continue without you. Not a doctor in a war zone, you're not saving babies from the flames: you're working for managers who often do not have a clue what they're doing.

Dear new graduate, life is too serious to put in the hands of managers, and I want to give you some tips:

  • not to say "yes" than necessary to your survival
  • know to say "no" when appropriate, and to tell the cost of being self-defeating
  • do not laugh at your jokes are funny if not higher
  • always thinks big. Think Gandhi, Aristotle, M. Luther King, Adriano Olivetti. Think Dante, Nietzsche, Proust
  • once said, "you are not paid to think, but to work." Instead you think that you're not paid to work but to think. Use your brain, always
  • not think about your clothes as the only yardstick: not so miserable choose judges to evaluate your actions
  • think of your job as a sophisticated board game. It will be the best way to make serious things
  • the rules that you are given are not carved in stone are often the result of tradition and fear. The rules are a human artifact, and you have to be modified

Dear new graduate, send me to hell if you want, but read this piece of WH Whyte, wrote more than 40 years ago, but still valid:

organization man must fight against the organization. Do not foolishly or selfishly, but he must fight, because the calls are made to continue and powerful, and as he comes to appreciate the life of the Organization becomes more difficult for him to resist them, and even just recognizing them. Peace of mind is offered by the yield, and nothing less for being kind to offer with. This is the problem.

William H. Whyte, The Organization Man - Einaudi 1960

There. I wanted to tell you. Please: Do not ever sell in exchange for a miserable poisoned candy.