This is where dr. House comes in the story. Dale Carnegie, the author (among other distinctions) once wrote in his wonderful book “How to win friends and influence people” that one’s toothache is greater than the hunger in Africa. Human I am, third nipple operation devastating. So, late last night, after crying until the anesthetic effect passed away and made crying hurtful because it was stretching the recently cut gum section, I came across dr. House episodes on a streaming channel. I watched it briefly on TV before, but the scientific explanations and use of medical, biological and chemical language didn’t make it that interesting. As I selected the pilot episode to play, Roxi’s words came to mind (Roxi aka lifesoundtrack in the comments and her two blogs in my blogroll, one consisting of medical stuff since she’s studying medicine *proud of you*) about this show meaning that the co-writer is the daughter of the most famous doctor in USA and that the cases, the pills, the tests, they’re all real (as in they’re true life scenarios). Half way through the first season dr. House made me forget about my surgery, made me not justified to complain about it , made me trust experienced doctors and made me understand that the human body is an amazing thing that it can grow back it’s gums in no time. I believe no other show could have made me feel better. Scrubs and Grey’s Anatomy only use the hospital as simple set to create and analyze human relations, very little medical reference. Thank you, dr. House!

The point of this awful long introduction is my thought of those people hired to call different people and lying to them in their faces! I mean, what was the add like “looking for people with great persuasion skills, who can convince people to believe a lie, great salary and bonuses for every successful scheme”. Ok maybe that was exaggerated. But even if the add wasn’t this obvious, once you get to the interview and you are told what you have to do, doesn’t it puzzle you that you’ll be breaking the law? Don’t you think that something like this could happen to your friends and family? Why would you agree to take part in such a black business? The only significant answer would be money. They must have a big big salary to make them shut up and do their job right. And imagine the training for such a thing “ok guys, remember, when you call somebody smile and be very joyful when you announce the prize, like they do it on TV at Bingo or teleshopping, must get the customer really psyched and your enthusiasm will convince them! explain how simple it is to get the prize, they just have to tell their name and SSN and come pick up the package at this inexistent address, but make it sound real!”. I wonder what trainer would accept such a job? Teaching how to fool people. Let’s say he’s one of the brains of the whole company, putting his knowledge to work. Let’s get back to the employees. After a brilliant career as a professional schemer they decide to change jobs. They want a meaningful job, they dream of fame and prestige (there’s no way they can brag or be bragged about the job in question). If they apply for a normal job, what would they right in their resume? “customer service”? “telesales”? “public relations”? What would they answer if asked to talk about the main responsibilities of the position occupied had for the part 3 years”. How would a businessman which such a company can give recommendation for one of his employees when he decides to leave? And how did he get legal approval to start this firm in the first place?

This series of questions could go on forever, I think it’s enough to prove my point and my concern. I’m really curious how this things work legally and morally. Talking at one of my courses at school about a company’s culture meaning its values, rules and regulations, would someone join such a devious environment because he actually likes it? Would they not think of the consequences and blindly follow the company’s goal to profit of innocent people just for the fun of it?

It gets the best of my understanding, because at the same course mentioned above I learned the two main concepts used when starting any kind of an organization, the base of any human gathering:

1. all people, in their essence, are good

2. all people want good

I might be a little too harsh and judgmental yet I can’t stop thinking about this issue and ask myself what would I do if I even am in a situation like this.

Because I remember this date. January, a day before my birthday.

It sure was an A+ rendez-vous. It all started with the greeting “I am so happy you’re not like other girls and you came on time”. OK… let’s say he’s nervous. But then…

I was fire red ashamed of my date who was talking too loud in the coffee house he took me, a rather intimate place where other civilized people were trying to have a pleasant evening. He knocked over a bamboos screen (“paravan” în română) which almost destroyed a wonderful display of porcelain coffee cups, which thank God didn’t happen but it sure gave everybody there something to talk (read laugh) about and a very good reason for me to never return. And the cherry on top of the cake it was, of course, that I ended up paying for the check.

After such an adventurous evening, I had to think of some excuse to run and make it look real. And what better way to do that than pretend I have to go to the train station and pick up a package from my parents, because as I mentioned, it was my birthday the next day.

And so, waiting for the right bus in Piaţa Romană, it started to romantically rain and he just felt the need to be a man and protect me from soaking. I didn’t feel any raindrops or hear the loud traffic noise, all my senses where concentrated on my left ear where he was breathing anxiously, awaiting for me to turn my head so he could make his move and kiss me. Unfortunately for him, all these so called tricks guys use are not new to me. So I prayed for the bus to come, and every time one was in sight I yield “oh, this must be it” so he would turn to see the number and win myself another couple of seconds. This went on, I believe 20 min, and I was starting to lose hope, but the magic bus 67 did eventualy came and pulled a meter from the station’s sidewalk  I literally flew to its door and jumped in. It was then that I could look at him and see he’s disappointment. I felt sorry but relieved. Laughing by myself about the whole thing, I heard my phone ringing. Guess who? He realized he hasn’t been a gentleman (really?) and he didn’t offer to help me with my package and that he’s on his way to the train station, and I should wait for him, I quote “this was not the way the evening should have ended”. “The evening should have ended before it started” I thought to myself and assured him it was a small package and that I can manage to carry it. Somehow, he didn’t get the right message I was sending, which was obvious to you, my reader, that I didn’t want to see him again, ever, but he politely thanked me for a wonderful time and promised to call me the next day. I smiled, but thought he was being ironic, entered a “no signal area” and hung up.

But the story doesn’t end there, no sir, it keeps getting better… as I said, the next day was my 22^nd birthday…

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Fără comenatrii de genul: penibil, gay, lame. Acestea sunt acceptate doar din partea lui Bărbuţă, care încă îşi reprimă preferinţa sexuală dominantă… Ştie el despre ce vorbesc, şi nu se supără, că glumim şi noi aşa, ca între fete.

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