But it still was funny…. Don Park pulled this entry:

Pissed at EMC

Today, I’ve ended my relationship with EMC/RSA. To put it simply, when a company requires me to piss into a cup for the privilege of advising them, my answer will always be “no thanks.”

And it’s too bad since I think it was A/ funny, and B/ interesting, in a socio-corporate PoV, that companies would care to know what kind of substances you ingested before you work for them. Especially as an advisor/consultant, not even as a full-time employee. Note that I am not a drug-use liberal thingamabob weenie: I don’t even smoke. Never did. But in a country that’s so strong on civil rights, private freedom and crap, I think this was pretty invasive. Hell, I wouldn’t want a company I work for – part-time or full-time – to know whether I have diabetes, cholesterol, or a couple of ounces of ethanol per gallon of blood. As long as I do the job, whadda 福 [pronounced fuk in Cantonese] you care to know what I piss? It reminded me a novel I read about an intelligent building – which turned out to be set on destructing the human race, go figure – that would analyse, among others, the piss of employees in urinals. Big Brother ain’t too far yet…

Just arrived from SFO via Paris. Uneventful flights except for an old Yankee fart behind me, who kept pushing and kicking my seat because I had reclined too much. We’re talking coach seats with like 10° recline… Sigh. The pettiness and bad manners of a six year-old in the body of a man 11 times older at least. Hadn’t he been that old I woulda pushed and kicked him back. Remind me to read more BOFH and Garfield. I am getting human with age it seems!

Sing daan faai lok!

That would be Merry Christmas in Cantonese.

On my way back to La France. Here’s to what I hope is our last Christmas there.

A tiny one, apparently. Still woke me from my deep, jet-lagged induced, slumber. Saw the house shake, thought Oh, an earthquake!, and went back to sleep… That’s how impressive it was…

But then again, I’d rather have it this way, than stuff falling on me, and me on stuff!

Remember that map? I have now done points 1 to 6, and trying to deal with massive jetlag, while recovering from a nasty, air-conditioning-induced cold. How does one while the hours away, at 7:38pm 2:38am in a house with two kids and two adults happily sleeping, or so the snores would have you think?

I hope I don’t have time to recover from this 17 hours jetlag, so that when I arrive in a few days in BDO, I’ll be jetlagged by 26 hours, ie only two! – and a day, but who cares about the calendar anyway…?