Cam Tavan

Bir şeyin imkansız olduğuna inanırsanız, aklınız bunun neden imkansız olduğunu size ispatlamak üzere çalışmaya başlar.
Ama bir şeyi yapabileceğinize inandığınızda, gerçekten inandığınızda, aklınız onu yapmak üzere çözümler bulma konusunda size yardım etmek için çalışmaya başlar
.” Dr.Davit J. Swartz
İş dünyasında yönetici pozisyonunda çalışanların, belirli bir aşamadan sonra sektörlerinde yükselmelerini engelleyen faktörlerin toplamına “Cam Tavan” ya da“Cam Tavan Sendromu” adı veriliyor.

Kadın yöneticiler için daha çok telaffuz edilsede erkek yöneticilerinde Cam Tavanı bulunmaktadır.
Cam Tavan adından da anlaşılacağı gibi görünmez bir engeli tanımlıyor.
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Story Series – IV

My favorite:

A blonde walks into a bank in New York City and asks for the loan officer. She says she’s going to Europe on business for two weeks and needs to borrow $5,000.

The bank officer says the bank will need some kind of security for the loan, so the blonde hands over the keys to a new Rolls Royce. The car is parked on the street in front of the bank; she has the title, and everything checks out.

The bank agrees to accept the car as collateral for the loan. The bank’s president and its officers all enjoy a good laugh at the blonde for using a $250,000 Rolls as collateral against a $5,000 loan.

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Can you sell a dead donkey ?

A city boy, Raju, moved to the country and bought a donkey from an old farmer for Rs 100.00. The farmer agreed to deliver the donkey the next day.

The next day the farmer drove up and said, “Sorry son, but I have some bad news, the donkey died last night.”

Raju replied: “Well then, just give me my money back.”

The farmer said: “Can’t do that. I went and spent it already.”

Raju said: “OK then, just unload the donkey..”

The farmer asked: “What ya gonna do with him?”

Raju: “I’m going to raffle him off.” (Note: To raffle is to sell a thing by lottery – draw lot – to a group of people each paying the same amount for a ticket)

Farmer: “You can’t raffle off a dead donkey!”

Raju: “Sure I can. Watch me. I just won’t tell anybody he’s dead.”

A month later the farmer met up with Raju and asked, “What happened with that dead donkey?” Raju: “I raffled him off. I sold 500 tickets at two rupees a piece and made a profit of Rs. 898.00.”

Farmer: “Didn’t anyone complain?”

Raju: “Just the guy who won. So I gave him back his two rupees.”

Raju grew up and eventually became the chairman of Satyam.

Story Series – III

A 24 year old boy seeing out from the train’s window shouted…
“Dad, look the trees are going behind!”
Dad smiled and a young couple sitting nearby, looked at the 24 year old’s childish behavior with pity,
suddenly he again exclaimed…
“Dad, look the clouds are running with us!”
The couple couldn’t resist and said to the old man…
“Why don’t you take your son to a good doctor?”
The old man smiled and said…
“I did and we are just coming from the hospital, my son was blind from birth, he just got his eyes today.

Every single person on the planet has a story. Don’t judge people before you truly know them. The truth might surprise you.

Çıldırış

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Evet,  şu anda resmi olarak açıklıyorum:

Senin yüzünden ben de kafayı sıyırma noktasına geldim WaxtaP..

Az önce bir arkadaşımdan özür dileyecekken yazdığım mesajdan örnek bir parça

Kızmış mısın bana? Bak bakayım kontrol et tekrar? Restart at belki düzelir??
Yok yok.. Hiç iyi değil bu durum.. Var bir problem.. Kendimle alakalı bir şeyler yapmalıyım yoksa kötü şeyler olacak gibi..

Yet Another Interesting Story

Here’s an interesting story:

Here is the problem a professor of physics had at the beginning of the XXth century:

“I received a call from a colleague about a student. He felt he had to give him a 0/20 to a physics question, while the student claimed a 20/20. Professor and student came to an agreement to select an impartial arbiter, and I was selected.

I read the examination question: “Show how it is possible to determine the height of a building with a barometer.”

The student replied: “I carry the barometer to the top of building, I attach a rope to it, I lower it to the ground, then I haul it back up and then I measure the length of the rope, which gives me the height of the building. ”

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“I was thinking…

“I was thinking of all these things as I watched the little jets of gas flare up, feeling my loneliness increase with the falling shadows.

“A big, fat man sat down at the next table and called in a stentorian voice:

“‘Waiter, my bitters!’

“The ‘my’ came out like the report of a cannon. I immediately understood that everything was his in life, and not another’s; that he had his nature, by Jove, his appetite, his trousers, his everything, his, more absolutely and more completely than anyone else’s. Then he looked round him with a satisfied air. His bitters were brought, and he ordered:

“‘My newspaper!’

Man From the South

Man From the South

by Roald Dahl (1916-1990)

Word Count: 4625

It was getting on toward six o’clock so I thought I’d buy myself a beer and go out and sit in a deck chair by the swimming pool and have a little evening sun.

I went to the bar and got the beer and carried it outside and wandered down the garden toward the pool.

It was a fine garden with lawns and beds of azaleas and tall coconut palms, and the wind was blowing strongly through the tops of the palm trees making the leaves hiss and crackle as though they were on fire. I could see the clusters of big brown nuts handing down underneath the leaves.

There were plenty of deck chairs around the swimming pool and there were white tables and huge brightly colored umbrellas and sunburned men and women sitting around in bathing suits. In the pool itself there were three or four girls and about a dozen boys, all splashing about and making a lot of noise and throwing a large rubber ball at one another.

I stood watching them. The girls were English girls from the hotel. The boys I didn’t know about, but they sounded American and I thought they were probably naval cadets who’d come ashore from the U.S. naval training vessel which had arrived in the harbor that morning.

I went over and sat down under a yellow umbrella where there were four empty seats, and I poured my beer and settled back comfortably with a cigarette.

It was very pleasant sitting there in the sunshine with beer and a cigarette. It was pleasant to sit and watch the bathers splashing about in the green water.

The American sailors were getting on nicely with the English girls. They’d reached the stage where they were diving under the water and tipping them up by their legs.

Just then I noticed a small, oldish man walking briskly around the edge of the pool. He was immaculately dressed in a white suit and he walked very quickly with little bouncing strides, pushing himself high up onto his toes with each step. He had on a large creamy Panama hat, and he came bouncing along the side of the pool, looking at the people and the chairs.

He stopped beside me and smiled, showing two rows of very small, uneven teeth, slightly tarnished. I smiled back.

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