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Entries from June 2007

Recetas magistrales (o, Si bien mi vida le pertenece a la empresa, mi corazón le pertenece a Boca)

27 June 2007 · No Comments

RRHH – Administración de personal
Por Martín Balzamo

Recursos (In)humanos?

El primer artículo de esta sección hablaba sobre el pseudo-deporte de descubrir una situación repetitiva en el ámbito empresarial. Encontrarse pseudos-deportes es divertido. Yo disfruto mucho del siguiente:

Caerle mal a alguien por cuestiones de nombre.

Un ejemplo de esta extraña práctica es acercarse a uno de esos señores que suelen estar parados en la puerta de un edificio y preguntarle alegremente: “¿Disculpe, usted es el portero?” El señor en cuestión, seguramente vestido con ropa de trabajo, un trapo en la mano y un frasco de líquido lustrador de metales en la otra, dejará de darle brillo a la manija de la puerta por un segundo y con mucho mal humor contestará: “No, soy el encargado”. Esto no debe practicarse en el edificio en el que uno vive, ya que el portero, mejor dicho encargado, es la persona clave del edificio y puede complicarle a uno la vida con muy poco esfuerzo. Puede, por ejemplo, traspapelarnos una factura de teléfono y condenarnos a un sinfín de trámites.

Esto mismo pasa en una empresa si a un gerente de recursos humanos se le pregunta: “¿Vos sos de Administración de Personal?” Sin perder la calma, dado que este tipo de gente cuida mucho sus formas, contestará: “Sí, soy el Gerente de Recursos Humanos”. Pero inmediatamente dará un extenso discurso señalando lo lejano que están los dos nombres. La primera cuestión a notar es la diferencia de actitud. El portero empieza con un “No”. El segundo, por el contrario, lo hace con un “Sí”. El “No” me recuerda la película El negociador que en algún momento explica que empezar una frase con un “No” en una negociación desencadenará la furia del interlocutor y eso, en un caso de rehenes por ejemplo, puede significar la vida de estos. El “Sí” seguido de una larga explicación me alerta. Estoy ante alguien que me va a manipular.

Estamos hablando entonces de gente con capacidad y con poder. ¿Quiénes son estas personas? ¿Qué hacen? Una mala manera de entender que hacen es ver qué jefes cuelgan de un gerente de recursos humanos y tratar de interpretar, a partir del título del puesto, la función. Aparecen entonces términos como remuneraciones, capacitación, desarrollo.

Una forma muy nerd de entender lo que hace un área de una empresa es ver si en el mercado hay un software masivo que se use específicamente para esa gerencia o dirección. No es el camino más sencillo, pero funciona. Desde esta óptica se puede concluir que esta gente liquida sueldos, se encarga de encontrar y contratar a los nuevos empleados, sabe qué cursos tomó cada persona en la empresa y cuales va a tomar, hacen trámites impositivos ante el estado, tratan con las obras sociales y con las prepagas.

El fin de semana pasado salió una nota en Clarín sobre una empresa de desarrollo de software en la que había una sala donde uno en sus ratos libres podía ir a tocar la guitarra y quien explicaba esto era alguien de un área de recursos humanos. En esa media lengua que hablan los ejecutivos, mitad español, mitad inglés, la entrevistada decía trabajar en personal care. Y acá empiezan los problemas. Hasta ahora parecían tareas administrativas, pero estos nuevos roles importados de California lejos están de liquidar sueldos.

Esta sección se llama “Recetas magistrales” y entonces… cuál es la receta magistral? En cualquier empresa grande pasan cosas como estas: un día me gano dos entradas para ir a ver un espectáculo, entre la alegría leo a las apuradas el email que me avisa que el azar estuvo de mi lado y noto que tengo que ir a buscar la entrada a la otra punta de la ciudad. Logro conseguirlas, ver el espectáculo y al día siguiente, durante el almuerzo, hablando con un compañero, mientras le cuento la parte del retiro de las entradas me lanza un: “Estos de recursos humanos son una vergüenza”. He aquí la receta magistral. Cualquier cosa que funciona mal en la empresa y que no sea responsabilidad clara de alguien, es de RRHH. Y si alguien quisiera defenderlos en cualquier circunstancia sería el fin de su popularidad. Estoy en eso.

Hace algunas semanas, el chiste diario de Dilbert mostraba a un compañero de éste que iba a RRHH diciendo que se sentía un perdedor y que quería que alguien lo ayudara. La respuesta, ridiculizada, era: “Usted es un perdedor por venir a pedir ayuda a RRHH”. Los empleados tenemos muchas expectativas puestas en este área, a veces soportadas por las historias que vienen del gran país del norte.

Así como el empleado novato confunde sistemáticamente el gremio con RRHH, el empleado experimentado sabe que representan los intereses de los dueños o accionistas. Probablemente, la verdad está en el medio y a veces parecen gremialistas o delegados y a veces parecen traficantes de esclavos o dictadores.

Y entonces? Quiénes son? Son buenos o malos? Culpables de todo? Algo? No lo sé, pero están ahí. Y son los que tienen los expedientes. X? Tal vez ellos también sean una cofradía, como la de los PM’s. :)

Categories: Recetas magistrales · Recursos Humanos · Trabajo

Full-time Programmer/Analyst and part-time Network TV Slut’s productivity dwindles with loss of One Sorry Blog News Service

26 June 2007 · No Comments

Special to the One Sorry Blog News Service

Santa Barbaran Paul Rivas had never seen snow fall until last Wednesday

The recent vacation of the One Sorry Blog News Service has resulted in diminishing productivity for at least one avid reader. Full-time SAS Programmer/Analyst and part-time Network TV Slut Julie Nisbet not only missed her bi-weekly One Sorry Blog deadline, but also got remarkably little SAS programming done during the News Service’s absence.

Nisbet was found clicking her way through online archives of The Onion with the look of a deserted puppy.

“It’s just not the same,” Nisbet moaned. “Don’t they get that we NEED One Sorry Blog? Since when do Life Artists need vacations?”

When asked about the apparent contradiction of getting LESS done during the absence of a noted work distraction, Nisbet had the following to say: “No way, man! Do you know how much time I spend reading One Sorry Blog? Like, 10 minutes a day, TOPS. I was forced to spend HOURS looking for a replacement distraction. What, you think I’m going to spend that extra time working?!”

We were able to track down key members of the One Sorry Blog News Service in the middle of a Patagonian snowstorm. When asked for a response to Nisbet’s accusations, Paul Rivas was too enthralled by his recent discovery of snow to comment on “Little Julie’s sorry excuse for not getting her work done.” After he was done making his snow angel, he added, “Tell Julie to tighten up her game! Using my vacation as an excuse for missing her deadline is about as slothy as it gets.”

Nisbet’s older sister, the future Mrs. Rivas, concurred. “Are you kidding me? Julie’s using our vacation as an excuse for slothing? What, does she think she’s living in Argentina?”

When told of these comments, the younger Nisbet let out a sigh, continued browsing through recaps of TV shows on televisionwithoutpity.com, and muttered, “If only I had a Network TV Slut article to read right now…”

Categories: Network TV Slut · One Sorry Blog · One Sorry Blog News Service · Productivity

Live from the Analog Playground (or, What You’re Missing When You Download iTunes Essentials)

21 June 2007 · 1 Comment

Dion McGregor gets weird in his sleep again
by Paul Carnevale

The Further Somniloquies of Dion McGregor

Listening to a man announce an obscure laundry list of scavenger hunt items, consisting of one of the swans in Swan Lake and a dirty napkin used by Garbo might be amusing to some. No? How about his ponderings of the mating of a unicorn and a werewolf? In the early 1960s, Dion McGregor — songwriter and professional couch surfer — recited hours of vivid conversations, wild stories, and brilliant songs in his sleep. The Further Somniloquies of Dion McGregor is the second in a series of dreams that captures the latest twenty-five enticing sketches.

While most middle-of-the-night mumbles would put you into a deep hibernation, McGregor’s theatrical read casts him as the lead in his own nighttime drama. For over two years, McGregor’s songwriting partner and roommate, Michael Barr, placed a microphone next to the head of our favorite sleep talker, and there now exists over 500 eloquent tales recorded on tape. McGregor’s inflections, accents and tone variations bring to life the joyful singing of a nursery rhyme about Little Willie who “shat right where he sat,” and the boisterous ranting of a lunatic claiming that it’s raining pitchforks.

There are pauses of dead air in the one-sided conversations, which add multiple levels of mystery to his dialogue. Since most of the recordings were made in the early morning hours just before McGregor awoke in the New York City apartment, the daily street sounds of truck traffic and car horns are sprinkled throughout the cinematic dreamscapes, showing up in the most serious of acts. His saga almost always ends in a horrific shriek just before waking, but before the tape ends. McGregor’s violent conclusions often end with him wildly swinging and knocking around unknown objects. At one point, he has obviously scared himself and calls out to his roommate, “Mike!”

McGregor’s numerous question and answer conversations are one consistency to these recordings. “Mom, Dad, I’d like you to meet Ed Laftus. Mom, Dad? Well, of course they’re my real Mother and Father. What do you mean? What do you mean, does it happen? Certainly, it happens all the time. Mom, Dad? You’ve hurt their feelings. Mom! Dad?!” He continually places us in the middle of his story but rarely gives us the details necessary to completely understand what we’re hearing.

In “All Over Evelyn,” McGregor furthers a relationship with his main female actor. “Oh, look at that … your neighbors are looking at you. Close it now, Mrs. Dangerfield, close your wrapper … I don’t want to see your ass Mrs. Dangerfield. Oh, everybody’s seeing everything, Mrs. Dangerfield. Call you … call you Evelyn? Alright Evelyn, alright, alright.” The two break from their formal relationship and continue on a first name basis. Later McGregor blushes as Evelyn takes his “soft and downy” hand, but things quickly return to their formality when the butler gets involved.

I’ve never questioned the authenticity of these recordings, but one could ponder if our friend is taking us for a spin. It’s been made clear by Barr and the record company that this is no hoax and that others have witnessed our sleep talker, including a psychiatrist and close friends of Barr.

The subject must have been brought up enough to include such writing in the liner notes: “If McGregor is acting, it’s an uncanny deception—he’s doing as good a job of it as Spencer Tracy or Jimmy Stewart ever could, combined with the writing skills necessary to devise such impossibly imaginative scripts.”

Believable? Yes. Miraculous? Definitely. This has to be heard to be believed.

Categories: Dion McGregor · Live from the Analog Playground · Music · The Further Somniloquies of Dion McGregor

Eat Me (or, One Woman Overcomes her Racial Handicap and Prepares Damn Tasty Food from Around the World)

18 June 2007 · 1 Comment

Everything’s better upside-down
By Clare Nisbet

Homemade upside-down cake - mmmmmmmm

Time for sweet treats, people! Sweet, sugary treat recipes are fun for those of us who might not be able to filet a salmon or poach an egg but do get a real kick out of wearing flour-coated aprons and serving warm cookies to visitors and friends. Underneath it all, we’re all still suckers for cakes, cookies and milk.

Baking sweet treats is relatively easy and fun. Lots of us still stick to traditional cake mixes, and why wouldn’t we, when U.S. shelves are stocked with cakes in a box on sale two for $1? The secret is that, although using a packaged cake mix is not ideal, homemade food is easy fast, cheap and doesn’t have to be boring. This week I recommend an easy way to spice up a regular old cake mix and make it into a party winner. I tried out the recipe when pressed for an offering for my 80-year-old neighbor’s birthday party. If you are pushed for time and money but dare not show up to a shindig empty handed, or if people decide to drop in on you on short notice, give this upside-down cake a whirl.

Creamy chocolate upside-down cake – a good way to go
Start by buttering and flouring your usual cake pan. Layer the bottom of the pan with any sweet treats that suit you (pecans, coconut, walnuts, chocolate chips, etc.) creating a ¼ inch layer across the bottom. Prepare a chocolate cake mix as instructed. Pour mix evenly over your bottom layer. Now comes the fun part. Combine a package of powdered sugar, a package of cream cheese, and a cup of melted butter and mix until you have a thick, goopy, creamy, sweet mixture. Spoon the filling mixture into the pan over the chocolate cake but leave an inch border on each side. As the cake cooks, it will rise over and encase the filling. Cook as directed or until a fork comes out clean. Once removed from the oven, leave to cool completely (otherwise you risk the health of your beautiful layers!). Turn over onto a plate and check out your creation: a neatly topped and good looking cake that will spill with creamy, sweet filling when cut, delight your guests, and that no one will believe came from a box. Congratulations! Spice up your pantry with easy tricks like these.

The cake pictured is the cake that I made for my neighbor’s birthday, adding banana, chocolate and coconut topping to the final product. I totally cheated and it was a hit. Being in a hurry doesn’t need to make you dull anymore.

Enjoy your tea and cake time.

Categories: Dessert · Eat Me · Food · Upside-down cake

Sunday Scrabble Sweepstakes

17 June 2007 · 9 Comments

Welcome to Week 5 of the One Sorry Blog Sunday Scrabble Sweepstakes! Enter the Sunday Scrabble Sweepstakes every week and win. Playing is as easy as 1-2-3.

Week 5 board Week 5 rack

1. Check out the above snapshots of a board and rack from an actual Scrabble game, different each week.
2. Make the highest scoring word that you can.
3. Leave a Comment describing your move. (Be sure not to read other Comments until you’re ready to leave your own.)

Your score is the total number of points your word would earn in a regulation Scrabble game, plus a possible bonus of 10 style points if you play a word that One Sorry Blog has never heard of, or 5 for playing a word that goes through two letters, or 5 for an otherwise stylish move. An example of a word earning the 10 style-point bonus is OXTER, a word unknown to One Sorry Blog before Mary Nisbet of the Goleta foothills played it in the the precursor to the One Sorry Blog Sunday Scrabble Sweepstakes, the Scrabble Happy Hour at Elsie’s.

The contestant with the highest scoring word each week will be that week’s One Sorry Blog Sunday Scrabble Sweepstakes winner. The contestant with the most style points each week will be that week’s style winner. The contestant with the highest total score each month will be that month’s One Sorry Blog Sunday Scrabble Sweepstakes winner.

Winners will receive mad props a free subscription to One Sorry Blog by RSS feed or email. Good luck!

Categories: Scrabble · Sunday Scrabble Sweepstakes

Santa Barbaran Ryan Spilborghs makes the Buenos Aires Herald

12 June 2007 · 2 Comments

Santa Barbarans in Buenos Aires ‘thrilled to bits’ that the Herald finally printed something worth reading.

One Sorry Blog News Service

Ryan Spilborghs had a career-high 6 RBI on Sunday, and suffered a career low Tuesday when he made the Buenos Aires Herald, the worst newspaper in the world

Buenos Aires - Santa Barbaran Ryan Spilborghs, whose father once loaned the life artist Bubba Ray Robison $1 to buy a hot dog at the Little League field which the latter never repaid, finally made the Buenos Aires Herald Tuesday.

Starting in right field for the Colorado Rockies, Spilborghs, “homered twice and drove in a career-high six runs,” as described in the Herald. The usually worthless English-language newspaper went on to say that, “Spilborghs hit a solo homer off Baltimore starter Erik Bedard in the fourth, then stroked a two-run single the next inning to snap a 1-all tie. He capped his career day with a three-run blast off reliever John Parrish in the seventh.”

Clare Nisbet, who attended The High with Spilborghs, said, “Are you kidding me? Two jacks? Are you kidding me? And he’s not even on the juice!”

Paul Rivas had been scouring the Herald’s baseball coverage for the last 16 months, hoping to see Spilborghs’ name.

“It’s exceedingly rare that there be anything worth reading in the Herald,” said Rivas. “And that a real Santa Barbaran like Spilborghs, who played in the Goleta Valley South Little League and went to Santa Barbara High and UCSB, be so deservingly celebrated in this horseshit newspaper is just awesome. Usually, Clare buys the paper for the crossword and throws the rest away, and who can blame her?”

Around the Buenos Aires desk of One Sorry Blog, Ryan Spilborghs is unanimously agreed to be the ‘nicest guy ever’.

“I worked with the baseball team when he had that 35-game hitting streak in his sophomore year at UCSB,” remembered Rivas, “and in the middle of the streak, when he could have been stomping around like a madman, trying to get into the zone, he offered to lend me a glove so that I could shag batting practice.”

Categories: Baseball · Buenos Aires Herald · One Sorry Blog News Service · Ryan Spilborghs · Sports

Sunday Scrabble Sweepstakes

10 June 2007 · 10 Comments

Welcome to Week 4 of the One Sorry Blog Sunday Scrabble Sweepstakes! Enter the Sunday Scrabble Sweepstakes every week and win. Playing is as easy as 1-2-3.

Week 4 board Week 4 rack

1. Check out the above snapshots of a board and rack from an actual Scrabble game, different each week.
2. Make the highest scoring word that you can.
3. Leave a Comment describing your move. (Be sure not to read other Comments until you’re ready to leave your own.)

Your score is the total number of points your word would earn in a regulation Scrabble game, plus a possible bonus of 10 style points if you play a word that One Sorry Blog has never heard of, or 5 for playing a word that goes through two letters, or 5 for an otherwise stylish move. An example of a word earning the 10 style-point bonus is OXTER, a word unknown to One Sorry Blog before Mary Nisbet of the Goleta foothills played it in the the precursor to the One Sorry Blog Sunday Scrabble Sweepstakes, the Scrabble Happy Hour at Elsie’s.

The contestant with the highest scoring word each week will be that week’s One Sorry Blog Sunday Scrabble Sweepstakes winner. The contestant with the most style points each week will be that week’s style winner. The contestant with the highest total score each month will be that month’s One Sorry Blog Sunday Scrabble Sweepstakes winner.

Winners will receive mad props a free subscription to One Sorry Blog by RSS feed or email. Good luck!

Categories: Scrabble · Sunday Scrabble Sweepstakes

Live from the Analog Playground (or, What You’re Missing When You Download iTunes Essentials)

7 June 2007 · No Comments

The Adventures of Mike
Peeping Tom, Peeping Tom (Epicac Recordings)

By Paul Carnevale

From his oral percussion discharge on Bjork’s Medulla to his outrageous display of carnage with Fantômas, Mike Patton is truly a transformer of style. I’m never sure what to expect when I spy his name listed among the cast of performers on the liner notes of a record. He has a gift for showing up in the most unexpected of places.

Peeping Tom’s self-titled debut opens on stage in the midst of a campy 1960’s British film of the same name, with Patton sitting on the edge of his director’s chair. Following the premise of the movie, scenes of a young voyeuristic filmmaker turned serial killer become fused together in my mind while digging deeper into this accumulation of talent.

Via modern day file-swapping, a wide array of collaborators have joined forces with Patton to inject their musical habits in an effort to make their own unique tracks; soundscapes from Amon Tobin, raps from Kool Keith and nuevo-rhythm from Massive Attack can be found on their respective cuts. The friends took to heart precise direction from Patton and helped to evolve new pop trademarks.

“Mojo” cranks up with the human beat box cadence of Rahzel. Patton admits to being in his own universe when he sings, “It’s my party but I’m waiting for someone to start it / my party, it’s no one but me in the corner.” Take the West coast Hip Hop production from Dan “the Automator” Nakamura, add creepy, taunting vocals from Patton and interlace the turntable effects of Rob Swift, and I’m set for act one.

Patton’s breathy confessions atop the beautiful polyrhythm of Amon Tobin are featured in the hyper-atmospheric “Don’t Even Trip”. Together, this formula produces the album’s closest thing to a single.

Despite being Mike Patton’s most accessible release to date, the debut pushes the limit further with its lyrical content than with its music. The difference between this and other projects with the X-Ecutioners and Tomahawk is that Patton has brought back his hallmark voice from earlier days, delivering with a passionate ravenous range. While the guest list reads like a promotional release, the collection proves to be extremely indefinable.

“Your Neighborhood Spaceman” is a dreamy tale featuring a number of rhythm breaks and beat juggling by Jel and Odd Nosdam. “Celebrity Death Match” spills out with a dirty garage feel, but still manages to reference The Godfather, Dirk Diggler and Beyoncé. Still another highlight worth waiting for is “How U Feelin’?”, which references the high-gloss rock star lifestyle.

In the chorus of “We’re Not Alone,” (a remix of the song featured on Dub Trio’s own album,) I’m finally reminded of what Faith No More sounded like, yet I realize that there’s no going back for Patton. I don’t know what he’ll do next, but I’ll be one of the first to find out.

Editor’s note: Were you hip to Peeping Tom before Paul Carnevale reviewed it in Live from the Analog Playground? Does this review make you want to check out the album, or is it a crock? Let Paul Carnevale know what you think, or what you’d like to see reviewed in the future, by leaving a comment.

Categories: Live from the Analog Playground · Mike Patton · Music · Peeping Tom

Network TV Slut (or, What Lost, Desperate Housewives and American Idol Have to Do with Your Life)

6 June 2007 · No Comments

Simple TV for Simple Minds - Shows to Watch When You’re Sick
By Julie Nisbet

You’d have to have a head full of Robitussin to enjoy a made-for-TV movie starring Jason Priestley

Since I’m writing this week’s edition of Network TV Slut through a haze of Sudafed and Nyquil, I thought it would be appropriate to talk about my favorite shows to watch when I’m not feeling well. Call it the chicken soup of TV. The following shows will not upset your stomach, will help soothe an aching head by not forcing you to think, and will generally ease you into your cold-medicine-induced slumber with their non-controversial plot lines.

3. The Disney Channel

Yes, I said it, The Disney Channel. Sometimes, you just want to go back to a simpler time, especially when you feel like crap, and this is the place to do it. It’s really refreshing to watch TV shows where the main characters are dealing with sibling rivalries, the cute eighth grader they have a crush on and breaking their curfew, rather than cheating husbands, black smoke monsters and sex offenders. Okay, you might have to pull your blinds down so that none of your neighbors see that you’re watching it, but you also might be surprised at the therapeutic effect of a good episode of Even Stevens.

2. Any ABC/FOX/Family Channel made-for-TV movie

If you haven’t checked out these movies while under the weather, you’re missing out on a GOLDEN opportunity. When else do you have an excuse to spend two hours watching pure bubble gum for the mind that most of us secretly enjoy. Trust me, it’s impossible to justify watching I Want to Marry Ryan Banks, starring Jason Priestley as an uber-famous movie star (HA!) struggling to find true love on a reality TV show, unless you’re drinking some serious cough syrup.

1. Reruns of any NBC comedy that was popular during the late 90s and once aired on Thursday nights, such as Friends and Will and Grace
Don’t get me wrong; I enjoy each and every one of these shows, but controversial and thought-provoking they are not. They all have generally the same premise (i.e. twenty-something New Yorkers living in huge, beautiful apartments they realistically couldn’t afford) and the story lines require very little concentration. In addition, a lot of the humor is in the physical/obvious realm, perfect for a foggy head that needs some cheering up. Even someone in a coma could find the humor in Jack pushing his son off the dance floor at Junior High Prom to steal the moment with his Justin Timberlake “Dirty Pop” impression. It’s the vanilla of comedy, and it’s perfect for when you’re not quite up to snuff.

Categories: Disney Channel · Made-for-TV Movies · NBC Comedies · Network TV Slut · TV

Childhood BFFs reunited by article about baseball cards

6 June 2007 · No Comments

One Sorry Blog News Service

Toby Santos and Paul Rivas, 15 years past their baseball-card-collecting prime Toby was the first person Paul called when he got the Billy Ripken ‘Fuck Face’ card in a pack of 1989 Fleer

Buenos Aires - Childhood BFFs Toby Santos and Paul Rivas were reunited in cyberspace today when Rivas read the following email sent by Santos:

“Paul: The following story encapsulates how I feel about my baseball card collecting past in only a way I think you would understand. Enjoy.”

Rivas had attempted to contact Santos a few months back to tell him to read One Sorry Blog, but the email he had sent was returned with a message that Santos’ mailbox was full. Rivas had Santos’ myspace address written down on the back of the latter’s business card, but stuck by his refusal to have any dealings with myspace, despite constant badgering from his cousin Bonnie Madden and his friend Tom Burgher III that it would be much easier to keep in touch with family and friends if he would just jump on ‘The Space’.

“Toby and I traded baseball cards with each other every day until we were 14 years old,” said Rivas. “We have a shared childhood, and our connection is much bigger than even myspace. I knew we’d get in contact with each other again.”

However, Rivas did admit that he was tempted to get in touch with Santos via his girlfriend Clare Nisbet’s myspace page.

As for the article Santos sent Rivas, Rivas said that the fact that someone else remembered error cards made him feel that all the time he and Santos put in at card shows was well spent. Rivas vividly recalled getting the Billy Ripken ‘Fuck Face’ card in a pack of 1989 Fleer and running to the phone to call Santos.

Categories: Baseball Cards · Best Friends · Paul Rivas