Men and Politics

There is a term Death Spiral in economics. Simply put, things get progressively worse till you've sucked in and suffocate to death. Now what I didn't learn from management theorists is how to get out of one. Short of sacrificing chickens and resorting to voodoo, preferably headless... er... I mean the chickens, I'm at my wits end.

There appears to be no escape from Politics and hiding isn't an option either. Been playing the part of the hidding ostrich while taking the time to recover what's left of my battered morale. Even in training today, some schism is taking place and I'm secretly worried about the performance on 26 Aug when our Polish friends drop by. It's not nefarious, merely the usual sort of interpersonal conflict i.e. I hate your guts, smile, You hate my penile size, balls, etc. It's irrational and juvenile but we do that all the time albeit subconsciously.

This conflict is perhaps too timely and coincidentally mirrors the crux of my problems. More about that later, need to rest adequately for tomorrow's challenges.