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March 16

zz - Saying No at Work

Devil wears Prada - just this story seems to be the real-life version.

Honestly speaking, thinking of these questions is overwhelming for me. And I'm far from getting an answer. And I've got a good 40 years related to this topic ahead of me!

Saying No at Work

By Suzy Welch

 

Saying yes to every tough assignment, 18-hour day, and cross-country move may get you swift promotions and the big bucks. But what if you also want a life? Can you stand up and say no without hurting your career?

Last year my 26 year-old assistant asked me to write her a recommendation for business school. I was happy to help. For two years, Megan had worked around the clock, or so it surely felt to her, bringing insight to my work and order to my life. And so when I sat down to compose my letter to the school that had become her number one choice, my goal was to convey praise of the highest order, the kind that wouldn't fail to impress prototypical Powers That Be. At last, the right words struck me. "No matter what the request," I wrote, "Megan's answer is always yes.

She got in. Now, I'm not saying my recommendation was the reason. She had grades and test scores going for her, too. But when someone says yes all the time, she tends to find that doors open, and that the elevator is usually going up.

She also tends to find, in due time, that she's exhausted, or at least torn in too many directions—between work, family, friends, and all the messy rest of life. Indeed, a decade or two out, halfway up the career ladder or higher, a yes-yes-yes woman will discover that she wants to start saying no sometimes.

But can she? Can any woman in a fast-paced, high-powered career ever stop saying yes—without self-destructing?

I've debated that question with a group of my friends for about 20 years now. I've also discussed the "yes question" more recently with about a half-dozen women who are our heroes—friends and colleagues who have made it to the very top of their professions with their lives looking, well, perfect. The president of a large consumer company with the romantic husband of 35 years and three great kids in college. The consulting firm CEO who was elected class mother at her third grader's school and sits on two prestigious boards. The respected anesthesiologist who finds the time to run marathons with her husband and sing in a choir with her three children. (Maddeningly, these women are not composites; they're completely real. We agreed to leave their names out of this article and alter minor identifying details for privacy reasons.)

These superachievers would be the first to tell you that they do not have it all together. They have their little crises. They forget birthdays; they're late to staff meetings and soccer games more often than they'd like. They cry in the car every now and again. That's no shock, really; everyone's life has ragged edges and little dings. What is more of a surprise, to me at least, is how much these überwomen tend to agree about the "yes question" as they reflect on their career bumps and bruises, many sustained from falling off the ladder and scrambling to get back on.

Go ahead, they'd all tell you, say no anytime you want. Say no to the relocation 500 miles away from the one house and one town that your kids know as home. Say no to working one weekend so you can be with your ailing father before it's too late. Say no to the client who wants it done tomorrow so you can go on the vacation you've been planning for a year with your best friend. But before you utter that word, know the consequences of that answer, or, as my friend the corporate president calls it dryly: the consequence kickback. "You can say no, and you can restore some order and balance to your life," she says. "And your career can even thrive, but you will have narrowed the opportunities. That's the way it is." She should know. She is 56, and after two decades with her company, she had become so successful and powerful that her name was beginning to appear on the short list for its next CEO. Then, five years ago, when the firm was acquired, she was asked to move to headquarters, now located in another part of the country. She declined. 
The result: "I am highly regarded now," she says, "but I am no longer in the inner sanctum."

"Is it painful?" I asked her. There was a pause, and then she replied, "Well, I hate it. But I'd hate busting apart our lives more." As for her husband, an artist, she said, "He'd move, but it would be crushingly lonely for him in another city.

"Look," she added, "I've spent a fair amount of my career saying yes. I've learned, of course, to say no occasionally to the small things, just to keep it sane at home. About five years ago, I turned down a 15-day trip to Asia that would have been very good for my career. These days, I generally won't look at e-mail on Sundays. But there's no question I will tell my daughter to say yes at work for a long time if she wants to get to the top. Right now I am living the consequences of saying a big no. Luckily I am old enough to know it was the right choice. But it was a choice."

I repeated this story to another friend—the consulting firm CEO—and she nearly fell off her chair at the restaurant where we were sharing a quick lunch before she ran off to a meeting. "How could she not move?" she cried in disbelief. "After all she fought for all those years? To give it up at the end? That's crazy. It's awful."

I asked her if a professional can ever say no if she wants to get ahead. "Never, never, never" was her instantaneous reply.

Some context: This is a woman who delayed having her two children until she was 41 because she loved her job so much. With her husband's support, she's made her career paramount in her life. Many of the country's most powerful CEOs rely on her counsel.

"You know why I never say no?" she asked me that day. "Because I think about the consequences of someone else saying yes. Someone else gets my piece of the franchise."

"But what about the personal price?" I asked. I reminded her of a Christmas dinner party a year back. Thirteen of us, including her husband, laughed, ate, drank, and sang all night long as the snow fell gently outside, while she stayed at the office working with a client in crisis mode. "Fine, fine," she snapped. "You know, I miss my teacher conferences, too. I miss school picnics. That is why I am at the top."

At which moment, she dropped her voice and leaned in. "To get where I am," she said, "I have given up so much. My job has inflicted untold brutality on my marriage. Untold brutality on my life. I will not start saying no and take the hit in my career, too. The price I've paid is already high enough."

I gently mentioned that she is the CEO—the top boss. Doesn't that give her the freedom to leave at 5 p.m., even one day a week? Again, a quick and decisive answer. "It is this hunger and insecurity that has made me CEO," she said. "Man or woman, winners go to work every day never letting up. Never letting their guard down for one second."

I couldn't wait to take these comments—indeed, this entire version of reality—to my friend the anesthesiologist. She is not a boss, but she is a member of a much-admired team at one of the country's best hospitals. Her life seems to contain remarkable flexibility. She's always competing in some road race or another, or practicing a song with one of her kids. Could a successful woman who wasn't particularly interested in climbing the ladder any higher say no with more ease? Or did her choice to stay put—and her nonboss status—make it even harder?

 

When I asked her if she ever says no at work, her reaction is to laugh sardonically. "It's a bit of a shell game," she said. "I said yes to every request for probably 15 years. I took the hardest cases, worked the worst hours, volunteered on holidays—I'd do anything to make it into the hospital on those snow days when other doctors couldn't get their cars out of their garages. I stockpiled goodwill as if a nuclear war were coming." That strategy, she said, is what allows her to say no—selectively—now, and like magic, her life appears balanced. "In reality," she told me, "I paid up front."

Her husband, also a doctor, was listening in on our conversation. "She is also damned good at what she does," he said. "It helps a lot that she's made herself indispensable. The other docs desperately need her brain on the team."

His remark led to the three of us comparing notes on the professional women we've known who've started their careers with the boldly stated goal of work-life balance. "I've seen them a million times," my friend said, rolling her eyes. "They come in right after their residencies and immediately start trying to negotiate time off. Everyone can't stand them. They get managed right out. You can't say no until you've earned it, unless, of course, you're willing to pay the price of irrelevancy."

With that one comment, all the voices I'd been hearing began to harmonize. The question, I realized, is not whether you always have to say yes or when you can start saying no, but how you want to live your life. How much your identity is connected to career success. How fast you want your career to unfold and where you would like it to end up. There are as many answers to those questions as there are women.

And men. To be fair, men make career choices and feel their consequences, too, although usually not with the same blunt force as women. "My husband can say yes at work without too much hand-wringing," one of my stay-at-home friends said of her spouse, a senior manager at a high-tech company, "because I can clean up the mess when he does. Like when he said yes to the Denver transfer. I was packing the house and interviewing new pediatricians and everything else. He didn't have to think about any of that. His yes was easier." Even my working friends find their husbands can say yes to career choices with less angst because they know their wives will "mop up the logistics," as a partner in a PR firm I know puts it. When her husband, a lawyer, was asked to run his department and then the entire organization, she said, "it did not dawn on him how the kids would feel about his basically vanishing all of a sudden." To get through that period, she said, "I went to work, came home early, took the hit for saying no to a few clients, and fronted for him. And if I hadn't told him what I was doing for our lives, he wouldn't have noticed."

Her words, it is important to say here, were not angry or bitter. She loves her husband. She loves her job; she quickly regained lost ground. And she did that by saying yes to every challenge put in her path for a few months afterward.

Will she say no again someday?

Maybe. The choice will be hers. So, too, will the consequences—and the lives these decisions create for all of us.

Suzy Welch, a contributing editor at O, is the co-author of Winning (HarperBusiness).

March 01

09年3月

被几个人问起是不是人间蒸发了,觉得诡异,没有啊,明明就一天一天那么实体的存在着。想了想顿悟,是没更blog了……网络时代的某一特征或者是,如果你不在网上存在了也就不在别人的世界里存在了……遂在这样一个有许多时间和一点点动力的周末爬上来更新来证明存在感,才发现我已经officially消失了一个季度,日记的下一页已经标到了09年3月。
 
说说最近吧。
也许要觉得奇怪的是虽然表达的动力间断了,回想起来这三个月的生活原来是这么碌碌匆忙而有连续感的存在着。
 
在看的书:
RAMSES。对埃及的向往姗姗来迟,孤陋寡闻的我终于被一个在索邦读了埃及史博士的法国人写的一本YY书所打动,开始有了对这个古老文明的崇拜与渴望。本来已经撺掇成功某Dubai出生的巴基斯坦同事4月同去(这样我就有免费阿拉伯语翻译了),结果被经济危机影响,人人自危巴基斯坦人不肯请假,计划暂时搁浅。
THE TOYOTA WAY。是专业书,没什么好说的,得看。幸而是好的专业书,看了很受启发。我相信即使不是干我这行的看了也会受启发。
THE TOYOTA WAY (FIELD BOOK)。专业书延伸版,觉得挫了些……
THE BLACK SWAN。一心想当哲学家却怎么也没弄明白自己为啥读了沃顿商学院的银行家写的大众经济学书。观点犀利而诡异。赞同也好不赞同也罢,聪明人写的书是大脑极好的treatment。
ROMEO AND JULIET。纯为要去莎翁故乡看这出戏做的功课……幸好做了功课,不然准是一句话也不明白。没有想象的那么枯燥……耐下心看原来是写的很美的。有些比喻读来让人想微笑。(虽然看演出的时候深深被演romeo的演员折服,脑子里想着啊,原来这样念这些台词是可以不那么gay的……)
 
被打动的电影:
THE READER。Kate Winslet因为这部电影得的最佳女主角,我倒有些不以为然。觉得这部电影最动人的是故事本身。很残酷的主题,看的很感慨。一直想要写观后感的,稍后吧。
REVOLUTIONARY ROAD。分外沉重的电影,婚姻,梦境与现实。每个人都以为生活在别处,生活可以在别处。可是敢承认生活不在此处已是不易。又有几个人敢真正舍其一切的跳脱,满怀希望的去寻下一个此处呢。
CHE PART I. 让我很惊诧的一步电影。原来还是有人愿意将切格瓦拉的存在延伸到印在Tshirt上之外。有人愿意耐下心来,试图用认同的观点去解读他用生命去信仰的共产主义。这部电影没有诞生在社会主义的中国,却是诞生在资本主义的大本营里。拍的极像纪录片的电影。动人的西班牙语。
 
去过的地方:
圣诞节跟同事回了她在法国的家,离图卢兹较近的一个小乡村里。顺便参观游览Pyrenees沿线。去了以后才意识到我以为国家和城市没有比较各有各的长短。原来不是。论风景,论美食,法国都能在欧洲国家里称个最字。——或者又只是,让我意识到了我有多想念法国。
新年去了柏林。柏林是很特别的欧洲都市,并不意外的美丽着,却出乎意料的安静。历史的痕迹还太深太重,看得出一个背了新鲜历史的城市,于人于己,都还没有解脱。
2月去了布拉格。童话一样美丽的城市。异常寒冷,却也让我免去了和众多游人共同挤过查尔斯桥的麻烦。时而有极细的雪花——不仔细看根本觉查不到。
 
正在努力的事情:
报了名准备在5月跑一万米。然后就开始在训练计划和我的惰性间挣扎。昨天刚跑了8000米,第一次达到这个长度,现在腿疼得站不住。挑战对我来说是重要的,而我正在尝试不把它局限于工作或是学习方面。觉得乐在其中。
学做法国菜。在法国住了两年,学会了做中国菜。在英国住的日子,争取学点法国菜吧。——尽管食谱是法国人买了送我的,每次扬言要做法国菜的时候,由于什么法国作料都没有,也都还要法国人把她冰箱的瓶瓶罐罐装在一个袋子里背过来。
开车。这个,……哎,暂时不提吧。
 
细想想值得一提的也就是这么些,虽然不算短毕竟也是三个月的生活也就这么一页了。其实还有私下让我觉得羡慕的事情,就是同屋正在准备CFA level 2。虽然此人每每对着一摞书愁眉苦脸还要不时蹭我饭吃,我却无端羡慕起能有一个纯粹的目标,能付出在自己掌控中的努力的日子。
 
目标。或许这是让我进入瓶颈期的理由。最近在看很刮三的AMERICA'S NEXT TOP MODEL。很浮华,却也是很残酷的层层筛选。看着有些感慨的原因是即将进入决赛圈了,有的女孩子依然优秀却不确定modelling就是她想要的东西。有叫天赋的东西推她向前。谈到意愿的时候她甚至崩溃的哭泣。我开始觉得这个世界的法则,最重要的天赋是能看清自己想要的东西。其他的所谓天赋,有时甚至可以成为困扰。身边不乏这样的人,不知道为什么要选这条路,不知道自己愿不愿意走这条路的时候就已经走了这么远了。因为这对他们来说很容易。可是天赋只能带一个人走到一定距离。终于有一天决定因素会成为你有多大的决心想为此付出,和你有多大决心可以放弃其他。我走到这里。这就是我找的答案么,我找到答案了么?我准备好commitment了么?——我想,时间就在这般飞逝的三个月里,所剩无多。
November 07

The Kite Runner

I finished this marvellous novel in a cold Sunday morning sitting in my usual breakfast cafe - which tears pouring down my face. That was totally unexpected.
 
It's certainly a sad and touching story - an authentic, elegant, heart touching story. You don't have to be born in Afghanistan to understand, don't have to be a muslim to understand. You see no fancy of grandeur, no fascinating showing-off of exotic culture. You are just genuinely touched by the story for you know it comes from somebody who put his motherland closest to his heart. Who loves it, who has empathy to its people, no matter how far away he is apart. Hossenni wrote the history of Afghanistan - the used-to-be beautiful and corpious capital, the civil war, the russian invasion, the Taliban ruling. He wrote about the man living in it, escaped from it, about weakness of human nature in such an empathic way, about guilt and forgiveness. It was a sad and quiet story - yet decent and beautiful. I silently read along - but there's no room, no need for an outsider's tears.
 
Yet the sudden moment I couldn't hold my tears was when I came to the brief, nearly indifferent factual tone at the end, talking about the Sept 11th and the bombard and overthrowing Taliban in Afghanistan. When he wrote about the whole American society is suddenly talking about his home country, about him overhearing people in an American cafe talking about the city name that he was grown up and spent his childhood. About the swiftness of overthrowing the Taliban government, which has caused so much pain and damage to this beautiful land. When he wrote that he saw it from the news that the people started the democratic process under the watch of American army, stepping into a future that's promised to be better.
 
But this swift and neat ending becomes so unbearable because walking along with him in Kabul, space wise and time wise, you realize that for some people on the earth, Afghanistan means more than just an economic term of energy importance. It was a beautiful home, a motherland - you could see its joy, and later its pain and sorrow. But it just so swiftly ended all its joys and pain and rush into a better way others think an important economic and security term should be - like a totally blank wipe out. It was not given a chance.
 
PEOPLE THAT MAKE DECISIONS ARE OFTEN NOT THE ONES FEELING THE PAIN.
 
Yet it happens. In grand scale as in wars, and in micro scale as in work.
 
I remembered once said to myself that if I work, I'd prefer not just to get things done, but to make things better. I'm still far from knowing how but I guess the first thing to learn about responsibility is empathy. When you have to make a decision for others, learn from them. Learn their pain. Take care, not just being seduced by the ruling power.
 
In this way, will we be under slightest hope that a happy world is not just some lucky people's ignorant illusion?
October 27

后青春期的诗

记得第一次喜欢阿信和五月天,只是因为一句“一把吉他就想对抗万千炮火”。
 
然后渐渐远离和淡忘是因为那些《为爱而生》或者《私奔到月球》。觉得遗憾,可是就如同听到苏打绿开始唱《左边》。喜欢过,可是谁又躲得过时光消磨和盛名之下。
 
所以翻到这次的《后青春期的诗》纯粹是出于偶然。感觉却奇妙,第一次对阿信五月天的感觉又回来了,觉得阿信对音乐的把握是远没有青峰娴熟的,他给我的感觉是那种带了青涩的不够。于是一个字一句话,都唱的很费力,也因此很奇妙的迷人。可是阿信却天生是诗人。
 
知道为什么诗人的灵魂总是让我带了嫉妒的喜欢吗?他们天生不够圆滑。于是真诚说话。他们天生脆弱敏感。于是世界迷离美好。他们没有办法长大。于是可以做梦。
 
这次也是一样。阿信与其说他是唱歌来的,不如直接读他的歌词。信手拈来的,他唱的是直白的,质朴的,一段一段,不带重复的,孩子气的诗。
 
而你,听着他不肯长大的幻想。有多少能引你微笑。有多少引你当时惘然时过境迁的仓皇难言。
曾经深爱我的 和我深爱的 都围绕在我身边
带不走的那些 遗憾和眷恋 就化成最后一滴眼泪
 
有没有那么一滴眼泪 能洗掉后悔 化成大雨降落在 回不去的街
再给我一次机会 将故事改写 还欠了他一生的 一句抱歉
 
有没有一首诗篇 找不到句点 青春永远定居在 我们的岁月
男孩和女孩都有 吉他和舞鞋  笑忘人间的苦痛 只有甜美
 
有没有那么一朵玫瑰 永远不凋谢 永远骄傲和完美 永远不妥协
为何人生最后会像一张纸屑 还不如一片花瓣曾经鲜艳
 
有谁能听见 我不要告别
 
你听他唱的,回想是不是曾经有过一些瞬间,你带了战栗的想,这些这些,都要记得,都不要变?而终于有一天你终于无法坚持,狼狈仓皇的,必须放弃,你卑微疼痛的向上天祈祷,你珍惜的人,你珍爱的人,他愿意去记得的,一定要记得,一定不要变?
然后你听他唱,
我坐在窗前 看着指尖 已经如烟
(——五月天阿信、石头:《如烟》)
 
你听他不肯长大的坚持。带了宁为玉碎的色彩的,应他的盛名之下。就如同他当时唱《倔强》。令人艳羡的孩子气,却经过了时间越发开阔了。
期待着彩虹 所以开了窗 窗外只有灼热的闪光
所谓的彩虹 不过就是光 只要心还透明 就能折射希望
 
每个孤独天亮 我都一个人唱 默默让这旋律 和我心交响
就算会有一天 没人与我合唱 至少在我心中 还有个尚未崩坏的地方
孩子一样 不肯腐烂的土壤
 
其实我们都一模一样 无名却充满莫名渴望 一生等一次
发光
宁愿重伤也不愿悲伤 让伤痕变成了我的徽章
刺在心脏 永远不忘
你不由怀疑,上次听到他唱《倔强》,已经是五年前了吧?那时候的自己,能有共鸣,何尝不是锋利易碎的,少了成熟的孩子气。五年以后,花了几乎所有的力气学会与生活妥协,至少隐藏棱角。而你蓦然的听到他,经过了所有费了精力的,看似妥协的《为爱而生》,还是唱回了他无法放弃的《我心中尚未崩坏的地方》。你不由得笑,不知道几分是无奈几分是心疼几分是喜悦。
这个世界原来是有人,无视年龄和规则。不能学会长大。无法放弃做梦。
 
尽管往事如烟,光阴荏苒。尽管我们都有一个完美的“成熟”等着我们去填满。既然有人学不会满足于生存以上,生活以下。既然年过而立几经挣扎仍忘记不了做梦。何不彻头彻尾的,诗一般的,理想主义。
 
当烟雾随晨光飘散 枕畔的湖已风干
期待已退化成了等待 而我已告别突然
当泪水勾勒成遗憾 回忆夸饰着伤感
逝水比喻时光荏苒
 
终于我们不再 为了生命狂欢 为爱情狂乱
然而青春彼岸 盛夏正要一天一天一天的灿烂
 
谁说不能让我此生唯一自传 如同诗一般
无论多远的未来 读来依然一字一句一篇都灿烂
——五月天阿信,《后青春期的诗》
October 19

出发

Laurence搬了新家,星期天请我们去喝下午茶。
 
我说,好呀,啊对了,我有中国茶哦!Volente说,太好了,我刚好有中国茶壶。然后Laurence就注视着我们互相拍肩说,明天你带茶我带茶壶之类。——我们就这样take over了她的tea party……
 
然后在君山银针的袅袅香气里,捧着茶杯偎在沙发一角的Maud说,她明年准备辞职了,然后开始环世界流浪。她已经找到了比现在住的便宜些许的房子,下个月准备搬家帮助积蓄。她已经联系好了加拿大认识的一个人可以在他那里工作三个月,下一步准备去澳大利亚。我们于是问,等等,你不是只是说要请两个月无薪假去南美么,她说公司不准所以打算干脆辞了,既然辞了就干脆周游世界。
 
——如此让人心动的干脆利落。
 
我坐在那里静静的听她说,看看别的地方始终是她的愿望。一直希望寻找适合她的地方。——你出生的地方不一定就是你的。这个出生在法国,在德国和英国工作过了的女孩说,她还没找到。既然有愿望,就在她还能够的时候实现它。现在如果不做,以后就不可能了。再拖个三四年,她说不定已经有了家,有了孩子。再想这样一个人四处去流浪就会变成不可能了。这会成为她一辈子最大的后悔。——所以,既然有愿望,又不想后悔。为什么不是现在。
 
这个我第一眼看到就喜欢的女孩,宣布着她舍其一切的出发,也许不久就要消失不见。
 
我小小声的叹气。自己喜欢她果然是有理由的。觉得,不管以后是不是就此分别失去联系,我会记住这个女孩的笑。碰到这样的人是幸运的,她是你生命中的灵感。她轻松用言语描述在你心里徘徊许久的焦急与愿望。她不仅给你看到愿望的可能,还教你如何实现它。——不要被动的等未来等某一天。实现愿望的唯一方法是,去做。
 
现在。
 
我知道循规蹈矩是我最惧怕的梦魇可是这一天对谁来说不会到来。那么如果在此之前有做梦和圆梦的可能。怯懦和安逸怎么可以成为理由。如果梦想是流浪。何不在可能的时候,就选择出发。
October 08

你试过墙上有那种带边框的木白板吗?就是彩色小图钉很容易就在上面刺破的那种。
 
搬到新家不觉有近一个星期。晚上在厨房偶遇美籍印度banker同屋(之所以这么强调昨天市场暴跌的时候他边进门边对着电话骂人的气势非常的令人印象深刻……),央他帮忙找忙乱中别人帮我搬进来,就莫名失踪于房子某处的箱子。banker同屋干脆利落的翻箱倒柜找了出来,自告奋勇的要帮我运上楼去,然后我就跟在他身后,非常抱歉的看着他搬着我那一大纸箱书,口中念道,what the fxxk do you have in here?!面目扭曲的就冲上楼了。
 
不知他会是什么表情,如果知道我只是非常想打开其中的一个纸信封。
 
安安静静的房间里,花一小时的时间,把房间里其他空白的墙面,贴上那些塞纳河边买来的几十年前的旧海报。最后把那些花花绿绿的明信片,仔细配好小巧的彩色图钉的颜色,再把他们精心的,杂乱无章的,嵌到那个有边框的白木板里。
 
明信片是很奇妙的东西,和我收藏的各个去过的地方的娃娃不一样,走过这些风景的不是我。却是很奇妙的,旁的人走过这个世界的某个角落的时候,想起过你的某个瞬间。于是你想,是不是你与这个地方便也有了联系。
 
西班牙。意大利。荷兰。法国。瑞士。英国。希腊。瑞典。挪威。奥地利。捷克。斯洛伐克。以色列。日本。韩国。美国。肯尼亚。埃及。或者来自国内。
 
背后寥寥数语。也只是微妙片段,这些署名或者不署名的人,与我保持联系或者已经不再联系的人,曾经带着什么样的心情出发和旅行。
 
很多如今读来,都已时过境迁。
 
在邮寄线的彼端,读着这些只言片语的我是什么心情,我又可曾多少记得。
 
我囚禁的究竟是他人的,还是我的记忆。
 
我在想,能一把火把这些纸片还为灰烬的生活,会是什么样的呢。
 
 
P.S.好吧承认之前又试图走文青路线了……事实是,今天对于能在两个半小时里清楚述职,外加非常有条理的跟老板拍板说我工作量太大,需要明确其中一部分职责去掉另外跟我职业发展不相关的部分的我,不仅我的新老板相当impressed,我自己也相当impressed啊……说不真的不是我的本性。所以说磨难教育是对人生有好处的……或者说人都是被折磨出来的啊。呼~
September 29

巴黎……和奥斯陆

又是典型的一天之内,已身在两个国家。
 
我似乎还无法适应成为巴黎的匆匆过客。地铁线公车站路口转角明明还记得那么清楚。延那些古色古香大气又精致的街道走的时候时不时就忘了目光贪婪。——这些风景,我也许数月之内就得这匆匆一面,也许数面之后,就再也见不到了。我却为什么时刻觉得那么心安理得那么习以为常呢。周五晚上飞机降在戴高乐。我在窗边俯瞰那片灯海如同繁星点点。觉得巴黎在我的记忆里就如同一枚巨大的宝石般骄傲珍贵。头抵在舷窗上就想微笑。觉得这就是我的,不管曾有怎样甜美或苦涩的记忆。
 
——身在其中时时刻觉得在异乡的巴黎,终于于我也有了故乡的感觉。
 
周六参加小安黎吟的婚礼。空气温暖,天蓝如洗。黎吟那么漂亮,笑的那么幸福。小安也是。我不知道为什么也就有了满满的幸福感。即使第二天就要离开巴黎也好,得知有自己care的两个人在巴黎的蓝天下相守。从此现世安稳,岁月静好。也会让我有忍不住就想微笑的幸福。
 
然后是奥斯陆。
 
我对新的东西永远没有抵抗力,即使那么怀念巴黎也好,一有可以提前抵达见见奥斯陆的机会便毫不犹豫的定了星期天一大早的飞机……对奥斯陆了解为0,却并不妨碍我无比冤大头的买了一个字也看不懂的车票一火车拉到了市中心。
 
奥斯陆成为挪威首都的历史其实很浅。之前的挪威首都一直是卑尔根(Bergen)。所以看到的奥斯陆,是个相对现代的城市。历史的遗留显得很轻。二十世纪的痕迹于是清晰起来。那些巨大的明显是六七十年代造物的钢筋混凝土建筑充斥着街道,让我奇怪的想到两年前看到的鹿特丹。可是奥斯陆给人感觉是快乐的,——这点有些像纽约,——没有鹿特丹让我觉得的诡异的光怪陆离。
 
让我真正高兴起来的是这里绵延无际的树。在飞机降落的时候就让我误以为是海的宽广深碧的针叶林。河流纵横渗透,海把地貌侵蚀得支离破碎。我看到的是一个树的王国的首都。
 
——这里的颜色是透明的。不论什么用色。叶尖的颜色,或者是蓝天的颜色。风景如画。只是法国的风景是热情奔放的油画。这里的,是静谧安宁的水彩。
 
奥斯陆远没有想象中的寒冷。却是比别的地方都早的,千真万确的进入了秋天。
 
秋天在奥斯陆,像一小撮明亮的火焰。文细的,缓慢的,从那一大片碧绿的栎叶林的顶端燃烧起来。
 
明黄的,鲜红的。在绿色和蓝色的背景里。烧的尽了,便化成树叶落下来,散在草地上。树叶香,青草香。树叶把青草覆盖的时候便如同秋天如火如荼的燎原。
 
原来层林尽染是这般让人屏住呼吸的美丽。
 
——印象中的挪威一直很安静。四月来的时候到卑尔根,一切还被雪覆盖。整个城市显得童话般安然静谧,仿佛雪落的声音都听得到。可是奥斯陆给我的印象是完全不同的。也许是季节,也许是城市差异。奥斯陆让我觉得活泼,满满的声音。——我觉得听得到树呼吸的声音。
 
英国或者法国的树也算是美丽的了,但是我的印象中总觉得树是生活中宜人的点缀,是道路明亮的装饰。站在奥斯陆港边的树林里我有很奇妙的感觉,树是和我们一样的生命。这里是它们的王国。我第一次看到它们不受人的意愿左右或限制,生活,谈话,呼吸。那么自由舒展。于是有了让人不敢冒犯的尊严。我几乎是怀着敬畏的感觉站在林间。第一次觉得Narnia或者宫崎骏动漫里那些有生命会移动的树,是那么真实可信。——这说不定是看到这样的树才会有的灵感呢:)
 
一动不动的站在这些树的旁边,便能受到它们的情绪的感染。我一直站到夕阳沉落,慢慢的觉得高兴起来。知道这几个礼拜一直困扰我的神衰和失眠,终于要离我而去。——觉得自己幸运。这个月的所有之后能有来这里的机会,真是太好了。
 
晚上随便找的一家餐馆里,居然吃到了几个月没享受到的味道很正的法式牛排。也有余裕一个人临街而坐,带着耳机闲闲翻书,安然惬意。虽然有被人批评小资之嫌,但是我必须承认这是我热爱的生活方式。——我想,颠沛流离,身不由己,浮生难免一世。有野心有目标,只为漂泊不成为流浪。可是太多的线索掌握在别人手里。能把握的,该满足的,却何不就是这些可遇不可求的瞬间,小小的现世安稳的奢侈。
September 25

Silence from my ear phone

The French girl in the same department just came and said, j'arrive pas a travailler!
 
I smiled, smiled. Moaning inside, oh please, this can be my last straw...really don't talk to me about that now!
 
Yes I'm stressed... or depressed. I tell myself it's normal - you can't always motivate yourself can you?!
 
Moving around, travelling around. I'm so good at packing.
 
Smiling, smiling. Suddenly feel so tired of it.
 
Confusion, confession. Confession, but still confusion.
 
I guess I'm fashionably positive. Just not naturally. 
 
I sometimes look around and have to worry, how to be a normal person? How to avoid the moment you feel just like being drowned and yet inevitably carried by the flowing water and have to carry on? How to be satisfied with a task, a pay day, a dinner, a drink, a party, and just do your normal smile naturally?
 
Somehow feel like in a fish tank. Watching people outside the tank talking, walking, smiling, move on.
 
I heard myself saying, I want to escape. But where? To my ear phone?
 
Suddenly remembered that old, old English song.
 
Look at me, see me.
Look at me, save me.
Free me, find me.
September 24

被Vic小姐点名……

好像满好玩的测试,喜欢的做一下~要告诉结果哦:)
至于为什么kx上的点名做到这里来了……一是因为果然还是有衣不如新,博不如旧之感,二是……小白啊我看着你拉我才毫不犹豫的注册的,怎么到最后还是face book……吐血,幸好我没几个中国同事。
++++++++++我是点杠圈叉的分界线+++++++++++++++++++
自覺橙色 + 潛質靛色 + 原生綠色
【約束型】
易因守舊思維而約束自己勇敢創新的人。
雖然有許多創新的點子,卻很容易因為對於生活安穩的需求而放棄。表面上看來是傳統而守舊,不太接受任何新資訊的人,雖然其實內心非常喜歡創意取向的思考模式,但卻被自己守舊的行為約束著。

【約束型‧Me原色組合色彩本質】

 。自 覺 橙 色:正 向
 。潛 質 靛 色:內在判斷
 。原 生 綠 色:希 望

【約束型的外顯行為】
生活安穩對他們來說是重要的,並非沒有理想,只是認為要捨棄安穩來達成理想,風險過大。
忠誠度高,當面臨選擇工作時,都會花很長的時間考慮。是可以信賴、傳承的夥伴,將已經建立好的事情交給他們打點,多半都能夠鉅細靡遺的處理妥當,屬於忠心耿耿的左右手型的角色。
正向思考,深具道德感;不輕易被困難打倒,往往有著愈挫愈勇的毅力。
【約束型的潛意識】
會為自己設定階段性的目標,勇往直前
,善用自己的能力,相信自己能夠達成設定的目標。對他們來說,經驗的累積很重要;很擅長運用過去經驗來處理正在發生的事情,通常都能夠圓滿的解決。
非常重視事情合理性,深信要解決問題必須找出問題的根源,快速地對症下藥,給人做事明快、有魄力的印象。
控制慾強,尤其在感情方面,有時會給人箝制很多的壓迫感。
【約束型的靈能意識】
對新事物和新目標都能有衝勁、有理想的展開;遇到問題,會努力運用各種方法來解決。一直很有朝氣,給人充滿活力,很有自己生活目標的印象。
有遠見的開創者,直覺和第六感很強,充滿創造力,時時刻刻都在進步,特別容易在生活中的大事小事當中獲得經驗。
個性獨立,不喜歡依賴,不太相信別人給予的意見,除非得到認知上合理的解釋。 即便和別人討論跟自己息息相關的事,往往也非常冷靜,像在討論不相干的人一樣,但其實不是真的理性,有時是因為他們對自己的過度自負。
很清楚自己所需要的情感,相信人必須愛自己才會懂得愛別人,當他們的感情獲得幸福和滿足,他們會以愉快、開放的心來渡過每一天。

 
September 21

八月巴萨 - 纪念册

花了整个下午整理照片。是很累却是很快乐的事情。仿佛又重回那5日炫目透明的日影里。
 
发现,与我而言,记录与其是在拼命告诉自己“不要忘记”的过程,不如是自己放下对一段记忆的执着。或许可以称为“为了忘却的纪念”。
 
巴塞罗那
马德里
 
另一个让我高兴的纪念,却远非为了忘却的是,Tani弄的TS纪念册《暧昧法则》终于正式完印发行了~拍手~撒花~~~
http://tanisou.blog86.fc2.com/
(虽然被yo谴责么有新文因此看到收文名单真的很吃惊啊,完全没料到tani记得我的某篇文因为我自己都不记得了,另外一篇tani慧眼把偶当时写的最脸红的几句话挑出来当摘要了……蹲角落对手指……偶是含蓄派滴……)
w-inds.七年,我从大二开始混庆凉坛子,不觉也过去了四五年。到如今看到纪念册上收录的作者名单,大多都深浅倾谈过。有的成了很特别的朋友。
回头看过去着也许是喜欢庆凉最大的收获。我很幸运,喜欢庆凉的孩子们大多淡然温柔。天南海北,我们也许记得共有的那些夜凉如水。有的面对面的见了,即使出国以后也每年定是要见面。我即使不善言谈也笑的很的开心。是一种很无杂质的快乐。
喜欢庆凉本身也一直对我来说是无杂质的快乐。许多年过去,大家有些留在原地有些走开去,我真的很高兴tani能把这些岁月点滴今天都收起来,编辑成册。我对自己说,一定是有什么东西,可以纯净而不变的。其中也一定包括,我们付出过的心情。
真的很佩服tani mm为庆凉做的这些~也真的希望即使似水流年。我能学会对一些东西,一些人,有这样的,完整的,持久的爱。
 
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