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Day 16: J for Jargon

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After a bout of some deep introspection,
I realized my life needed some correction.
There was only one person who could help me,
I called my Consultant friend with an MBA degree.

He quickly scanned through my life and said,
"Objectively speaking, we need a strategy ahead .
Let's start by first customising the problem statement,
And then gradually work towards stakeholder alignment.

Did you conceptualize your life on vision boards?
I need the two by two matrix you worked towards.
Is there a long term diversification plan?
Can we quickly perform a skill assessment scan?

Your career graph needs a hockey stick,
An aggressive 10x target should do the trick.
We need to decide a big hairy audacious goal.
And some core competencies you can control.

Sprinkle some holistic ideation and innovation,
A little bit of Blockchain and some laser focussed optimisation.
Needless to say, we'll do some cost cutting,
But it'll be under control with our out of box thinking.

Then you will start seeing the results of our planned disruption,
And this sadness you feel will be just a minor interruption.
I also have a Plan B prepared, just in case,
I have it right here, in my briefcase."

Carefully considering my friend's advice,
I replied politely, trying my best to be nice.
"After objectively assessing the merits of your plan,
I have decided to take my chance and be just a normal man.

Needless to say, I loved meeting you,
The key takeaways, I will mail through.
But next time let's meet on a level playing field.
Where you won't be using meaningless jargon as a shield."
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  1. Gail M Baugniet - AuthorFriday, April 12, 2019

    Yup, just so much easier to be yourself and work at your own pace. A very poetic lesson on the benefits of independent thinking.

    http://gail-baugniet.blogspot.com/
    (Theme: very short stories with varied genres)

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