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The Wasteland of Broken Dreams

I trudged along in the desert wasteland. Parched earth stretched out endlessly in every direction. I squinted, and thought I could see water shimmering in the distance. I licked my cracked lips. It probably was a mirage, but it was worth a shot. Above, the sun was blinding, and vultures circling overhead.

In the work place, vultures are people who never take risks, but are always ready to swoop in to take the glory. Now that DocuWiz up and running, the vultures swooped in for a free lunch. Someone in IT suddenly realized that it could potentially solve some issues many people in the department were having. Overnight, I began hearing buzz that DocuWiz could be an enterprise solution for the entire department, a panacea for all ills.

I could see what was coming, and I wasn’t having any of it. Elsewhere, buzz may be a way of getting credit and moving up, but not here. Here, buzz didn’t come with any additional resources or cooperation; all you got were unreasonable expectations and blame when you failed. Wearily, I readied myself to fight.

But as suddenly as the buzz appeared, it was gone – like a dust devil. The vultures had learned of something “better” that was coming from Downtown, and they completely lost interest in DocuWiz. It was always about the BBD here– the Bigger, Better Deal. Nevermind that it would probably take years to implement; BBD anticipation was the #1 killer of projects. Why complete a project when it will be “obsolete” in the future?

parched earth

Left in peace at last, I presented my plan for DocuWiz to Dr. A and all the C3PO managers. The response was shockingly tepid. One manager even asked, “What does this program do for me?” I pointed out that collaborative tools like this were designed to benefit the team as a whole, not any one of its members, and the amount of benefit depended on the participation level of the members. Dr. A replied that I need to show them something to get excited about before expecting any participation, to which I had no reply.

I left the meeting feeling completely deflated. I had thought that my greatest challenge would be dealing with IT, figuring that everything would be easier once things could be done in-house. I didn’t expect to have to “sell” to my own team. Dr. A wasn’t wrong, but I was just tired of doing everything myself. I needed a true team environment, but this was just a collection of self interested individuals. Tank’s words months ago seemed prophetic now – there was no team here.

I collapsed on the parched earth with a dull thud. There was no water; it was a mirage. I studied my surrounding and marveled at the collection of bleached bones that littered the landscape. Broken dreams of ages past – projects abandoned for lack of support or intentionally killed by spiteful people.

I was not a quitter, but I was exhausted. I was just going to close my eyes for a little bit…maybe a moment’s rest would reinvigorate me. As I drifted off, I began to muse about the depth of human stupidity.

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