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What is the Point?

There was in information session this morning about a new procedure system they are putting in place here at my work and I had another one of those relfective moments.

As I sat watching the man in the front, with his tie and notes, clicking through his powerpoint slides and pointing with his red laser (which, by the way, could have only been invented by men who were little boys when Star Wars came out) I had to think, what's the point?

Not just about the new system but about the big picture. We all file into work and sit at our desks and tap away on Stuff and is it at all relevant? Or is it just made up because other offices need Stuff that we do for when they go into their offices and sit at their desks and do Stuff.

But I guess the Big Guys at the Top need the Stuff to show off to Other Big Guys at Other Tops and the more Stuff they have seems to help them climb the ladder to the top of the Big Guys with the Most Stuff.

And then there's the sharing of Stuff or Knowledge. Or making other Big Guys' companies pay for your Stuff called Expertise or Service.

But isn't all this Stuff a whole bit wide Make Work project?

Not to sound existential but really, is that why we are here? To shuffle Stuff around?

Or is the Stuff part just what has to happen in order to pay for the real Life?

Well, what sucks in that for most people the Stuff part takes up most of their Life and do they really ever stop to think WHY AM I DOING ALL THIS STUFF?

This man today seemed very passionate about this new system that was going to be put into place. He was really motivated by his Stuff.

And perhaps that's the point. It's not the Stuff at all. It's the Passion.

I gotta find some new Stuff.

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