“True friends are never apart, maybe in distance but never in heart.”
— Helen Keller
Friendships don’t always end with fights. Sometimes they just fade, without drama, without closure. One day they’re there. The next, they are just names in your phone.
Consulting rule #1: Smile, nod, and translate chaos into meaning.
Rule #2: Don’t let your sarcasm show.
Rule #3: Break Rule #2 when appropriate.
Trying to be client-friendly while carrying a sarcasm habit is like juggling flaming swords in a library: impressive if it works, disastrous if it doesn’t.
This is my daily dilemma: I’m in a customer-facing role, but my personality leans dry, cynical, and borderline allergic to buzzwords. I can steer through three political minefields per call and blueprint clarity from chaos, yet it still leaks out like House M.D.’s smirk when calling out bullshit.
I’ve been wondering how to celebrate this milestone. Because yeah… today marks exactly 20 years since I hit “publish” on my very first blog post — April 18th, 2005.
That post? Honestly… it was bad. A clumsy “hi”, a confused tone, and zero clue about where I was heading. It was a start.
But hey… here we are. Twenty years later.
Still blogging. Still writing — even if what that means has changed a lot over time.
I guess it’s time for a little reflection.
So there I was, 8 years old, dragged to the shopping center by my dad because, apparently, shopping for socks is a family event. We’re walking through this temple of consumerism when—BAM!—I spot a computer showroom. Not just any computers. MSX/Sakhr machines .
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better. – Samuel Beckett
Je me suis longuement accroché à l’idée de rester en Tunisie, de travailler au pays et d’y vivre pour le meilleur et pour le pire… Peut-être un sens de patriotisme ou d’attachement me poussait quelque part à faire le maximum pour mon pays. Et nous connaissons tous le matraquage des tentations, mais… je résistais en me disant : “Il faut que je sois actif et que je sois l’une des briques qui (v)ont bâti(r) cette contrée.” (tiens, another brick in the wall, Pink Floyd) Mais le doute et l’épuisement ne cessaient de planer…
bah oui …
après une année, jour pour jour … je reviens à mon blog, enfin.
il y a eu pas mal d’événements, et des bas plus que des hauts pour ne pas dire des catastrophes.
certes, il y a eu des dommages collatéraux, mais l’essentiel, j’en sors indemne, fier, la tête haute et surtout plus lucide que jamais.