Take a person, give her the power in any form and you will get the repayment of all his frustrations in the exercise of power.
this happens because the exercise of power often comes after years of swallowing toads and other amphibians, have too much invested in working life, then he drank a few beers, played little tresette fucked and even less cooperation in the person
that the coordination of the mission has a decision-making career choices in relation to any officer not above the same level expatriate.
so many coordinators of the mission make up for the lack of a social life, sex, play through the mere exercise of power.
imagine that you get as a leader in a difficult environment to coordinate the people who are already on the field for several months and who know the context better than you.
in this case we would say "tight ass and eyes open," because it is a delicate matter, we must be careful not to disturb equilibrium, to listen, to see, gradually impose their point of view (as it should be for a head) Not claim the right to the last word (it is assumed that the last word is the head, there is no need to stress)
course, all this did not happen.
"I want to see how it worked"
"The administrative assistant is useless"
"You have to translate, because I do not speak French"
"with the UN I do not want nothing to do" (we work on a mandate from UNICEF-ed)
"I do not eat your American stuff, I eat healthy, I'm not the money in the kitty "(the first beer paid for by me touching you hand ex-na)
after days of quiet accumulation finally came the storm.
At 8:26 of Tuesday, June 8, 2010 I was still with coffee in hand, at a computer to play monkey island.
chewing the cookies came out facing the head admin:
"you because you've taken the secretary (administrative assistant - ed) to do the work for you, she does the job and you're not a dick, I tell you here if you do you do as an interpreter as an interpreter, the secretary is useless and I will fire you (among other things is Haitian) "
ottoeventisei the first minutes of morning.
to that, as toads, it is getting your ass to 10000 miles away from home for three months
admin burst into tears, and insisted the head in the attack continued.
fortunately.
if the admin was not a frog, she would get up quietly and would open in two the head of the mission coordinator, or at least would have done so myself, reminding her that if every blow which has the hormones out of phase would use the money cash paid 30 cm de Cock Haiti.
thank goodness I'm not the admin.
but the logistics (such as Chinese) expects that the corpse of the enemy on the river flow.
