There are two types of project manager: the young and the old.
The young is normally enthusiastic and he's spurting positiveness from all pores. He wants to see, he wants to do.
The old is practical. Go straight to the target, being polite, but smashing stones while passing.
There are two types of project manager: the believer and the disillusioned.
The first one goes around with a halo of sanctity, because he's convinced he's saving those poor people, and that they will listen to him whatever he says. This kind do not last long.
The disillusioned knows that the majority of the beneficiaries do not give a shit of definition as 'gender' 'bottom to top approach', 'participatory development' and so on. He knows that when it's time they will go to harvest and nobody will attend the meeting on 'developing child friendly approach for the peace building education in the family environment'.
There are two types of project manager: the hyperactive and the lazy.
The first one is waking up at five in the morning, forcing the staff to do the same, to run to the field assisting to baseline interviews, not understanding a word of what his sleepy Community Expert is asking to the beneficiary. But he fells good.
The lazy like to arrive late in the office, while everybody is waiting for him to give assignment for the day. And he fells exploited if in the budget was not foreseen a lady to make him coffee.
There are two types of project manager: the one who knows and the one who feels.
The first one is update on whatever governmental new policy, all the guidebooks made by the UN, all the funds made available by a charity group of Norwegian grandmas.
The second one...has feelings.
There are two types of project manager: the one who, after twenty years, still wants to to a good job, sustainable and durable, who listen to the people and feels like he never end to learn, and the one who cannot find job at home because of the over-numbered unemployed people.
And two more kind: the one who start to go around without shoes, eating only rice and beans, dressing local jewelery, even marking the face such as the Masaai, making friends in the slums and be offended when called 'expat'; and the one who struggle to find the supermarket where the frozen turkey from US is trustworthy, drink imported spirits, invite other expat for xmass dinner, never buy a sock in the local market.
And two more types: the burned out, completely stresses and getting mad if the car need a break change or there is a strike in town, and the relaxed, almost alienated, for whom everything can be postponed, especially decisions, even the salary payment or the fire in the next room.
That's why, sometimes, finding a job, in the interviews, they ask you: Would you descibe yourself as a balance person?
The young is normally enthusiastic and he's spurting positiveness from all pores. He wants to see, he wants to do.
The old is practical. Go straight to the target, being polite, but smashing stones while passing.
There are two types of project manager: the believer and the disillusioned.
The first one goes around with a halo of sanctity, because he's convinced he's saving those poor people, and that they will listen to him whatever he says. This kind do not last long.
The disillusioned knows that the majority of the beneficiaries do not give a shit of definition as 'gender' 'bottom to top approach', 'participatory development' and so on. He knows that when it's time they will go to harvest and nobody will attend the meeting on 'developing child friendly approach for the peace building education in the family environment'.
There are two types of project manager: the hyperactive and the lazy.
The first one is waking up at five in the morning, forcing the staff to do the same, to run to the field assisting to baseline interviews, not understanding a word of what his sleepy Community Expert is asking to the beneficiary. But he fells good.
The lazy like to arrive late in the office, while everybody is waiting for him to give assignment for the day. And he fells exploited if in the budget was not foreseen a lady to make him coffee.
There are two types of project manager: the one who knows and the one who feels.
The first one is update on whatever governmental new policy, all the guidebooks made by the UN, all the funds made available by a charity group of Norwegian grandmas.
The second one...has feelings.
There are two types of project manager: the one who, after twenty years, still wants to to a good job, sustainable and durable, who listen to the people and feels like he never end to learn, and the one who cannot find job at home because of the over-numbered unemployed people.
And two more kind: the one who start to go around without shoes, eating only rice and beans, dressing local jewelery, even marking the face such as the Masaai, making friends in the slums and be offended when called 'expat'; and the one who struggle to find the supermarket where the frozen turkey from US is trustworthy, drink imported spirits, invite other expat for xmass dinner, never buy a sock in the local market.
And two more types: the burned out, completely stresses and getting mad if the car need a break change or there is a strike in town, and the relaxed, almost alienated, for whom everything can be postponed, especially decisions, even the salary payment or the fire in the next room.
That's why, sometimes, finding a job, in the interviews, they ask you: Would you descibe yourself as a balance person?
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| something you cannot do in Europe. The expat is hugging, in a rare funny moment, maybe 1,000 euro in Tajik Somoni. Is not me in the picture |
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