Andrei Roșca

In eterna si fascinanta cautare de oameni buni pentru completarea echipei dau peste multe (MULTE) persoane cu CV-uri “speciale”. Mai intai sa va spun despre deja celebrele scrisori de intentie trimise SCANATE si NECOMPLETATE . DECI…se cauta o scrisoare de intentie intr-o carte, se scaneaza, si se pune ca atasament la mail impreuna cu CV-ul. Neaparat NECOMPLETATA. Adica sub forma: 

Stimate Domnule……; Cred ca postul de ……oferit de firma dvs mi s-ar potrivi foarte bine deoarece ………  [mult bla bla cu puncte puncte]

Domnului ……….. Director al firmei ………

Incredibil ! Probabil ca ei inteleg ca noi nu am avea un model de scrisoare de intentie si vor sa ne ajute ca altfel nu imi explic. Nu aveti idee cat de multi sunt ! Cand am primit-o pe prima acum cativa ani am ras cu lacrimi. Acum doar calculez procentajul din total.

Dupa care sunt cei care trimit doar scrisoarea de intentie si uita sa trimita CV-ul (sau nu au ce sa trimita). E adevarat ca astia nu sunt la fel de multi si sunt mai putin amuzanti.

Iar acum, o scurta selectie din ultima transa de CV-uri pe care ar fi trebuit sa le selectam:

“Responsabilitatile mele erau urmatoarele:
1. Impreuna cu colegul meu cu care mergeam la montarea
tamplariei si a geamurilor trebuia sa punem geamurile
si tamplarie pe masina cu care mergeam la client.
2. ajunsi la client demontam tamplaria veche si o
montam pe cea noua si geamurile termopan.”

“Realizari:

Am montat impreuna cu colegul meu 23 de tamplarii si
46 de geamuri termopan in decursul unui program care
era de la ora 8:00 – 18:30″

“Realizari:Am reusit in aceasta perioada cat am
colaborat cu aceasta firma de telemarketing, sa
conving 2 clienti”

“Firma activeaza ca scoala de soferi, are in componenta
10 secretare

Responsabilitati:Ajutarea clientului la transportarea
bagajelor in camera”

“satisfacerea nevoii clientului(ajutarea acestuia de a
gasi ce i se potriveste,conducerea lui la casa de
marcat si tot odata sa avem grija ca acesta sa fie
multumit),sa fiu atent in magazin pentru depistarea
posibilor hoti”

Buried in the place where he had been born, Alexandre Dumas remained in the cemetery at Villers-Cotterêts until November 30, 2002. Under orders of the French President, Jacques Chirac, his body was exhumed and in a televised ceremony, his new coffin, draped in a blue-velvet cloth and flanked by four Republican Guards costumed as the Musketeers – Athos, Porthos, Aramis and D’Artagnan – was transported in a solemn procession to the Panthéon of Paris, the great mausoleum where French luminaries are interred.

In his speech, President Chirac said: “With you, we were D’Artagnan, Monte Cristo or Balsamo, riding along the roads of France, touring battlefields, visiting palaces and castles—with you, we dream.” In an interview following the ceremony, President Chirac acknowledged the racism that had existed, saying that a wrong had now been righted with Alexandre Dumas enshrined alongside fellow authors Victor Hugo and Voltaire.

The honor recognized that although France has produced many great writers, none have been as widely read as Alexandre Dumas. His stories have been translated into almost a hundred languages, and have inspired more than 200 motion pictures.

Alexandre Dumas’ home outside of Paris, the Château Monte Cristo, has been restored and is open to the public.

via Wikipedia

PS: Daca ar putea sa imi spuna cineva mai multe despre Chateau Monte Cristo i-as ramane recunoscator.

PS2: Update cu povestea completa din care a fost inspirat “Contele de Monte Cristo” la http://andreirosca.bookblog.ro/2006/06/16/contele-de-monte-cristo/

Ca imi place la nebunie sa ma inconjor de oameni de calitate si sa petrec timp cu ei. Pentru momente petrecute cu oameni de o calitate superioara as renunta la multe. Asa ca pentru saptamana viitoare am sa incerc sa mai stabilesc cateva intrevederi cu astfel de oameni.

Hoinarind pe Wikipedia am aflat ca unul dintre romanele mele preferate, Contele de Monte Cristo, e inspirat din fapte reale.

“Dumas got the idea for The Count of Monte Cristo from a true story, which he found in a memoir written by a man named Jacques Peuchet. Peuchet related the story of a shoemaker named Francois Picaud, who was living in Paris in 1807. Picaud was engaged to marry a rich woman, but four jealous friends falsely accused him of being a spy for England. He was imprisoned for seven years. During his imprisonment a dying fellow prisoner bequeathed him a treasure hidden in Milan. When Picaud was released in 1814, he took possession of the treasure, returned under another name to Paris and spent ten years plotting his successful revenge against his former friends.”

UPDATE: Povestea completa din care a fost inspirat “Contele de Monte Cristo” VIA

This story began in 1807 in town named Nim,   where a shoemaker Francois Picaud  lived.  In  spite  of  his  poverty,  he  was  happy: a  girl  who he loved – beautiful  Margarita  Vigoru,  a daughter  of wealthy  parents – had agreed to merry to him. Francois wanted to shout about this happy news to everybody in Nim, to everybody in France.  So when he met his familiar tavern-keeper Mathieu Loupian, Picaud hastened to share this glad news with him. But Francois didn’t know that Loupian was not the best representative of the human race: the tavern-keeper got envy to him.  And his envy was so strong that after he  had  instigated  his  three   friends (Gervais Chaubart, Guilhem Solari et Antoine Allut),   they  made  meanness:   they  wrote  a denunciation to the police of Francois Picaud,   that in fact  he was a nobleman, English  spy from  Langedock,  and his  action was against Napoleon.  There was an Antoine Allut among this rascals, who tried to object against the tavern-keeper’s  plan but it made  no difference  and the letter with the denunciation fell  into the  chief of police  Savari’s hands.  For his  relatives and for the his bride Picaud was disappeared without trace…

Francois Picaud was in prison during seven years.  There he met a prelate from Milan,  who was not guilty of the case  which they  charge him.  The prelate was ill and Picaud tried to help his new friend with all his might.  But in spite of care of Picaud prelate was died.  Before death he had  bequeathed his estate in Italy  and money  to Picaud  and told about his hiding-place where was a lot of gold and jewels.

In 1814 when Napoleon renounce power, Picaud became free. He was 34. The prison had him changed as outwardly so in his soul. Now in this sullen,  aged face nobody would recognize smiling shoemaker who radiated happiness and belief in the future.
The  first  thing  that  Picaud did  when left the  prison he  went to Amsterdam, where  he  legalized  his  succession  of the  prelate’s property. Then he was forced to lie in hiding because Napoleon came into power again.

After  “100 days” new  millionaire  began  to  clear  up  circumstances of his arrest.  He found out that  Margarita – his bride – was waiting for him  during two years and then marry to Mathieu Loupian. Under name of abbot Baldini he went  to  Rome  to  his  friend   Antoine  Allut  -  that  man  who  was  against conspiracy. Allut didn’t recognize his friend in this abbot. The abbot told him a story that when he had been in a prison of castle Okuf in Naples,  he had met Picaud  who  had been died soon.  But before  death he  had asked the abbot to clear up from Antoine the reason of his arrest. If Allut let him know the secret of Picaud’s imprisonment,  the abbot would have to give  him a ring which cost 50 000 francs and which Picaud get from one of the prisoners.

Allut told all story to the abbot. The ring that he got he sold by 60 000 francs, then killed jeweller and taking all money he and his wife ran away.

When he  knew  about  insidious  betrayal,  Francois  Picaud  decided  to  take vengeance.  Under  name  of  Prospero he got a job as a waiter in Loupian’s restaurant.   Loupian’s   accomplices,   who   had   help   to   compose   the denunciation, visited this restaurant often.  Soon first of them was found; he  had  a knife  in his chest.  On  the  haft of the  knife was  made  inscription: “Number first”. Second one died of poison. There was a  note on his  coffin: “Number second”.

The most cruel vengeance waited the instigator of the denunciation – Loupian. At first one marquis raped Loupian’s and Margarita’s daughter.  He promised to marry to her but the day before the marriage it became known that he was not a marquis but runaway convict. Loupian’s daughter became a lover of the waiter Prospero.  Then  there was a fire in the restaurant  and restaurant was burnt down. Loupian’s son was involved in a gang of thieves; he was catched and put into prison for 20 years. Margarita died of grief.
Loupian was left alone, ruined, disgraceful. One evening roaming along dark alleys of park Tuilry,  he met a man in a mask,  who told him about Francois Picaud’s life,  that  was  betrayed by tavern-keeper. After that meeting Loupian was found died.  There was a  knife in his  chest.  On the  knife was a  note: “Number third”.

But when Francois Picaud after revange was leaving the park,  he was attacked by stranger, who stuned Picaud and brought him in a cellar. It was Antoine Allut. He guessed  that the  abbot  Baldini and the  waiter  Prospero were  one man. Mean Allut  tried to know from  Picaud about his wealth,  but Picaud said nothing. Then Allut killed the captive and run away to England.

In 1828 Antoine Allut confessed before death and told this story. A priest write the story  down,  ratified  it by  Allu’s  signature and sent to France.  Several years later an historian Jacques Peuchet found this document in the archives of French police and published it

Un proverb originar din Italia spune “it is not enough to aim; you must hit”.

Atunci cand vorbim despre scopuri sunt foarte convins de faptul ca a tinti este deajuns. Problema pentru majoritatea oamenilor care nu reusesc este ca nu au tinte. E greu sa nimeresti ceva ce nu vizualizezi. Trebuie sa ai cel putin o reprezentare mentala a locului in care vrei sa ajungi. Altfel, cum ai putea sa iti dai seama daca esti sau nu acolo?

Michelangelo spunea odata: “The greatest danger for most of us is not that our aim si too high and we miss it but that it is too low and we reach it”. Deci ideea numarul 2 ar fi: Daca tot ai constientizat faptul ca trebuie sa ai niste scopuri, tinteste cat mai sus.

Life is a journey. Daca reusesti sa intelegi asta (si nu este usor, sau cel putin pentru mine nu a fost) te vei bucura de fiecare zi din viata, in loc sa speri la ACEA zi in care, crezi tu, te vei bucura fiindca iti vei fi implinit visul.

Am mai scris cateva randuri pe aceeasi tema acum 4-5 luni, AICI:

http://andreirosca.bookblog.ro/2006/02/19/despre-vise-scopuri-si-succes/

” In fiecare om sunt cel putin doi oameni: omul ideilor si omul simtirilor (minte si inima). Vei gresi intotdeauna daca vei judeca un om numai dupa ideile ce le exprima, chiar daca ai constatat ca sunt adevaratele lui idei. Trebuie sa astepti ocaziile de a-i constata adevaratele lui simtiri, cel putin in privintele mai importante. ” – Titu Maiorescu, Cugetari si Aforisme

Interesant mod de a pune problema. Multa vreme mi-a venit greu sa imi explic cum unii oameni, dupa toate aparentele geniali, emanau un iz de “stay-away”. Aveau o gandire logica, pozitiva, dupa toate standardele (mele), corecta. Si totusi…

Daca pe “omul ideilor” il poti recunoaste si cunoaste destul de repede atunci cand ai lucrat deja o perioada de timp cu oamenii, pe “omul simtirilor” il identifici greu. E nevoie de timp petrecut cu persoana respectiva si uneori timpul este singura resursa care pare sa ne lipseasca. Adevaratele provocari apar in momentul in care trebuie sa iti formezi o echipa. Gasesti oameni buni, destepti, entuziasti, plini de viata, dar ce faci cu “partea simtirilor” ? Problema fiind timpul, ai putea spune ca ii bagi in echipa si incepi sa lucrezi cu ei. Si totusi, ce se intampla daca gresesti ?

Insemnarea de fata vine ca urmare a unuia dintre ultimele post-uri ale lui Adi.

El spune ca i se pare “pagubos si lipsit de demnitate a consola, a lua in brate pe cineva ridicandu-l de jos”. Eu ii spun ca nu mi se pare :)

El vorbeste despre momente in care “complicitatea cu cineva pe care l-am ajutat cand era cazut ne jeneaza”. Eu ii spun ca nu ma jeneaza deloc. Nici recunostinta nu ma jeneaza ci ma face sa ma simt important.

Insa “frazele de genul as fi putut sa fac si eu la fel/ daca nu se intampla nu stiu ce, acum as fi ajuns mare pictor/am fost cat pe ce ” ma jeneaza. Persoanele care le folosesc ma socheaza intr-o prima faza, dupa care ma lasa rece. E plina lumea de oameni care se plang. Astfel de persoane nu mai impresioneaza demult. Daca i-as uri nu as reusi decat sa fiu penibil si, cu siguranta, i-as flata. Ar insemna ca nu imi sunt indiferenti, ceea ce nu e deloc adevarat. Dupa primul soc primit de la astfel de oameni (fiindca este vorba despre un soc, un atac asupra intelectului) ii trec lejer in categoria “si altii”.

Acea masa de “oameni”, cum le place sa li se spuna, cu comportament de oaie care duc la paroxism efectul de turma si care isi petrec 1/4 din viata cerand tot felul de drepturi si “restul” de 3/4 plangand pentru ca nimeni nu ii asculta.

Probabil fac asta fiindca ei considera ca unul dintre drepturile pe care nimeni nu are cum sa le nege este dreptul a (te) plange. Ai dreptul sa plangi la fel cum ai dreptul sa te plangi. Dar acasa sau oamenilor care sunt dispusi sa te asculte si sa te ajute, poate, sa gasesti solutii. Nu face asta tot timpul si peste tot. Nu abuza de dreptul asta.

Nu uita ca drepturile tale se opresc acolo unde incep drepturile celui de langa tine. Iar cel de langa tine, oricine ar fi, are dreptul sa fie fericit.

Suntem oameni, nu ne brusca intelectul. S-ar putea ca rezultanta fortelor de reactie sa te lase in offside.

Am fost :)

A fost o experienta cel putin interesanta. Noroc cu Bobby :)

Update:   download emisiune

“Pentru acela care nu stie incotro sa mearga, vantul nu va sufla niciodata din directia potrivita.”