HR is a Pink Ghetto  

      There was a predictable outsplurge of unhappy bleats at this comment uplifted from a survey of HR practitioners in New Zealand.

The emphasis of these squeals has been on the pink aspect. Pink has variously coloured the causes of women, LGBTI (MNOP…?), communists (pinkos) and breast cancer victims. In the above context the suggestion is of over-representation of women in the HR function with all the connotations of glass ceilings, misogyny, chauvinism, discrimination and all those vices of males in business. We must not forget that women known as “welfare secretaries” started HR in the late 19th Century… but I digress.

Ghetto is my focus. It has a hint of slum – a place where the inconvenient people are quartered, presumably for control purposes. Quite often these people have competencies perceived as threatening by those in power.

If they do their job, HR are inconvenient: they say to bosses and employees “you can’t do that; you must do this…” They are wise like witch doctors. They have studied human beings and laws so know what must be done to be compliant. They are usually right.

Bosses don’t like HR because they fetter their authority, give strong advice but never carry the can and usually know where the bodies are buried. Employees don’t like them because they decide who is employed, who can stay, who must go, who gets paid more or less and worst of all: at the end of the day they will side with the Man.

Well, now the unions’ work is done by government, who regulate welfare and naughty employers, and most other functions can be outsourced. IT collect all the stats and accountants rule the roost, so decision-making is logical and economical and labour is just a commodity, right?

Why are HR still there? Because they are the termination experts!

That’s why HR’re in the ghetto – so they get the message and leave.

What they need to do is get outta administrivia cocoons and come back in the front door with skills that ensure utility; facilitating the maximisation, collaboration and sharing of talent intelligence which will dictate future modes of delivery in the post post capital age.

Sometimes I’m glad I am retired; otherwise I would have to know what the last bit means…

Damned if I do and damned if I don’t

In my lackadaisical, insouciant fashion, I scanned a few posts on praise which praised praise for its beneficial effects on people, who generally seemed starved for praise and insistent on its compulsory deployment. This tweaked my contrariness.

Praise includes articulation, adulation, comments and acts that demonstrate admiration and approval of conduct. The tone of delivery is the most important.

Young children are positively reinforced by praise for almost any action they perform that has not been forbidden. It frequently becomes an expectation and so its worth becomes diluted by inappropriate use.

It takes a brave husband to fail to praise a new dress or hairstyle.

Where does that leave honest reaction and informed opinion?

I agree that they should be framed gently and considerately and attempt should be made to express some positive feelings. The need for encouragement and support in motivating others is paramount – that is not necessarily praise.

The English have a technique which can express a lack of real admiration which they call damning with faint praise which can be quite effective if the object thereof is reasonably astute. Therein lies the rub, because many people have become conditioned to unstinting praise and allergic to criticism.

The religious unconditionally praise deities, which appear to be affirmations of their faith. Is this from where unconditional praise stems?

Maybe so – all I am saying is that praise should always be measured and considered so that it is always true and appropriate and not just a sop to meet the expectations of the over-indulged.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Married at First Sight

I rejoice because I have a follower! She was Shanghaied, however, she is now headed for Madeira, so all seems well.

Elsie wrote a blog  called “Creating Ignorance” based on Orwell’s revolutionary works. I blathered a comment about whether propaganda had any worth and asking if  today’s media were not propagandists in their own cause. This subject gets me to a near rant state.

I abhor the apparent manipulation of the masses by the media. For example, the fact that television producers, editors and owners see fit to create a programme like “Married at First Sight” is disgusting. It is destructive of a fundamental pillar of society as we know it. What is the value of such a series to society? The fact that it garners millions of viewers which generate huge revenue is surely only evidence of the depravity of those viewers, so easily manipulated by the media.

Now that I have insulted the intelligence of millions, I better change direction…

The local government elections in South Africa, my sub-continent of origin is of interest. Those of us who chose to leave, retain high interest and many links and concerns with the apparent failures of the fledgling democracy. But the current focus on Brazilian ineptitudes and insecurities as it stages the Olympics, give some comparative perspective. One hopes that the emergence of strong opposition to the governing party will not bring about violence as it did in the past.

I see the problem in my writings: it is a lack of focus on a pre-selected direction. I am too easily distracted by butterfly thoughts and wander away from the original path.

Well, I suppose that is what quirks and whimsy are all about.

Enjoy the Olympics: it is hopefully a reasonably honest trial of athletic strengths of the finest athletes in the world … (you see! There I go again).

 

Ad-mire

I recall a blog I wrote 10 years ago in reaction to advertisements which appeared on my page and which seemed to relate to the contents of the blog. Well, I suppose that’s old hat nowadays – that’s how social media marketing works.

That blogblurt was quite innocuous; although the title contained the words “weapons” and “campaign” and it did mention that the Man could be foolish. On my next visit to the site, I noticed an ad tag in the header: “Conservative Politics”.
Now, I had only one blog friend then, who hadn’t had a blog in months.   

Why and how was I so identified?
My conclusion is that it was done by machine, which I resent.

Politics are matters of the heart as much as the head. I do not believe that the intent of the intertwining recipe of intellect and emotion can be discerned by machine.

I cannot deny the utilitarian value of stereotypes; but I can resent it.
(Tough tofu, you word weed wimp – you are what you are labelled; machines don’t recognise slimy grovels… do they?)

Soo, check my tags out next week, let’s see if I garner any more Big Bro interest and labels.

Get off my back, Jack – political values change, like people; tolerance is elastic and the centre moves!
I am unique & and reject your label.
Wow! I am so radical…yeah right!

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/admire/

 

More Blog Paranoia

I wonder if people who blog are of a certain type …?

 

I noticed that after my last blog (Where were we ?/ are we? / are we going to be?) that ad-tags for counselling and personality assessment attached  to my blog

 

I also note that 1 or 2  fellow bloggers appear to have suffered mental frailty from time to time

 

Maybe I am not only depressed but paranoid as well – I noticed the Man watching my blog in ’06, because I happened to blather on about the struggle to be free of the yoke of the necktie …..

 

I suppose it is just ad-people intruding to impose their products on anyone who may be disposed to consider them. They assume propensities from blog-utterances …

 

That can be risky because most people try to shield their true thoughts … ah well, I am happy to lead people down avenues of my thoughts …maybe they will glimpse sanity & reality !

 

On another tack … I have always tried to look at things from both sides, to try and understand the motivation of the most maligned side.

 

No-one can applaud or rejoice in the deaths of so many innocents in the Gaza tragedy.. but, if someone kept on shooting at my house and wouldn’t stop, I would probably send my soldiers to stop the problem too.

 

Subtlety & patience tend to disappear when bullets fly – the usual response is to retaliate with all you have until the attack stops.

 

I just wish it would stop ….

What’s your Blog worth? Beware of Satan’s tricks!

I saw this little weblink on the Walrus ‘ wallow and it set off a train of thought which is quite radical, so ignore it if you wish / at your peril, heh,heh!
It caught my interest & I immediately made to try it & then hesitated: …. Walrus is witty, clever, cosmopolitan, wise & has 100 friends; his blog is worth $12.00 … I am naive, unpolished and only have 3 friends … what will my blog be worth …12 cents?

My train of thought went this way: this is how Satan works … he senses vanity and pride and a desire for re-assurance and exploits it: you could just be wiser / more entertaining than you thought… don’t be chicken….
It has been a recurring thought, last thunk when I saw, at first glance, an attractive woman of about 40. Closer examination revealed those tight bubble cheekbones that suggest botox treatment.   That’s when I thought about vanity & how Satan sucks people in through vanity. Botox is definitely a vanity thing. I don’t believe vanity is ever a good thing.

It’s not easy though,is it – I still have a sneaky need  to know …
Vade retro, Satanas

You are being watched as you blog

My last blogblurt was quite innocuous; although the title contained the words “weapons” and “campaign” and it did mention that the Man could be foolish. On my next visit to the site, I noticed an ad tag in the header: “Conservative Politics”.
Now, I have 1 blog friend, who hasn’t had a blog since 4 June. I have not received any feedback or comment on my call to increase the global campaign against the necktie (do not despair – we shall overcome). The point is why and how was I so identified?
My conclusion is that it was done by machine, which I resent. Politics are matters of the heart as much as the head. I do not believe that the intertwining recipe of intellect and emotion can be replicated by machine. Ergo: I cannot deny the utilitarian value of stereotypes, but I can resent it.
However, on occasion, the odd anarchic tactic may justifiably or at least understandably, be used to assuage the bruised psyche, (surely? … if used only moderately) Tough tofu, you word weed wimp – you are what you are labelled; machines don’t recognise slimy grovels… do they?
To hell with it, I will perservere, like the Crusader, whose name I bear, in the path of virtue & righteousness (I refute his religious intolerance though, without which, he would not have gone a-crusading , I suppose).
Soo, check my tags out next week, let’s see if I garner any more Big Bro interest and labels.
Get off my back, Jack – political values change, like people; tolerance is elastic and the centre moves!
I am unique & and reject your label.
Wow! I am so radical…yeah right!

A call to take up inoffensive weapons in a global campaign

The time has come, as the Walrus said, to think of other things.
The organisation / association / school which I am proud & happy to have been a part of for over a decade, has decided to broaden its campaign.
It has been accepted that the global campaign against neckties has had some impact. Sympathisers have increased awareness that tying decorated strips of cloth around one’s neck is folly and a clear symbol of submission to the yoke of ridiculous convention.

I attended a seminar in the city recently. It was depressing: I had to seek guidance on how to access the lift – there were 6, with no buttons. One had to mechanically alert a console in the foyer as to one’s destination & it advised which lift would convey you. The damn thing had only a clock & an alarm bell & took me straight to floor 20 without stopping.
Even worse were the attendees
: 90/100 uniformly attired in black; decorative nooses tightly wound around male necks & jackets buttoned …. slightly amused at my grey flannel slacks and cardigan, politely ignoring my lack of necktie.  All I could think of was urban clones. The lawyers who adressed us, could have been brother and sisters, raised by a Sergeant Major! I am so glad I don’t work in the city!! The campaign has a loong way to go.

The Israelis, those clever industrious aggressive people, who are the best example of a general rejection of that corporate noose, are not doing well with PR at the moment though! So, a different campaign, a strategic feint, is considered appropriate to garner fresh attention
Being easy going, we understand the courage and daring involved in resistance. The Man is mean, unreasonable and unrelenting – a challenge of this nature is likely to invite institutional condemnation from up high
The Man, who has tolerated this absurdity for many years, will have to admit his own folly to recant. That is hard and would attract labels such as radical, liberal and, horror of horrors, may risk refusal of entry to the Club! So any challenge will be stifled.
Of course, women do not have to comply – that is discriminatory; but don’t tell a lawyer that, there will be an answer. Perhaps men should wear skirts to work – they could call them kilts …hmmm!

Take courage, talk about it, debate it, defend it, attack it!

We believe wearing silly socks can bring about a gradual erosion of urban uniform mentality. Start on Fridays & spread the word; encourage participation, praise creativity. It cannot be  faulted (it is underwear , after all)

To socks, to socks!