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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Citizen, 1993-06-30, Page 5Just a reminder The Brussels and Blyth offices of The Citizen will be closed Thursday, July 1 in recognition of Canada Day. Deadlines will remain the same at both offices THE CITIZEN, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 30, 1993. PAGE 5. Arthur Black Life's a lot like that old ballflinger Nolan Ryan I think I've finally figured it out: Life is a lot like that grizzled old ball ballflinger, Nolan Ryan. Just when you think you've seen everything the Old Crock has in his bag of tricks, he rears back and throws a split- fingered, corkscrewing forkball that whiffles right through the strike zone and leaves you swinging like a batwing door. Take, for instance, moi. One of the things I do to keep the tax weasels at bay is make speeches. Over the years I've talked to accountants, doctors, dentists, teachers, bailiffs, Rotarians — you name it — even lawyers! When it comes to groups looking for a speaker, my motto is, big or small, I've bored them all. Which means that over the years I've bumped into a lot of other lamyxes for hire on the public speaking circuit. I've plucked at rubber chicken with the likes of Ralph Nader and Roberta Bondar. I've slurped vending machine coffee in airport lounges with Dave Broadfoot and Maureen McTeer. Bad Czechs, say the Slovaks The Czechs and Slovaks enjoyed a marriage of well over half a century but, when the break-up came, the two sides reacted just about as any married couple would when they decided to bring the marriage to an end. There didn't seem to be any real reason for a spat; the borders between the two parts of what used to be Czechoslovakia were well defined, there were no historical grudges to settle and it was expected that the two sides would come to an amicable agreement. Unfortunately that does not seem to be the case today. At the time of the separation there were several agreements made. For one it was decided to use a common currency which would last six months and give each a chance to get their own monetary system in order. It lasted six, all right, but six weeks, not months. Another arrangement was a customs union. This has resulted in trade between the two sectors falling to about half its previous level. Finally the system for settling trade payments which was so laboriously constructed wasted no time in falling apart. The Czech half has announced that it was going to stop issuing shares in companies acquired by the Slovaks, complaining that the latter are holding on to about a billion dollars that the Czechs claim rightfully belong to them. The Slovaks offered to pay it back in installments but this was refused; at least this is what the Slovaks state. It is however, difficult to arrive at any semblance of objectivity in the matter given the large So it follows that it would take a lot to surprise me in the old public speaking game, right? That's what I thought, too — right up until I bumped into the brignt-eyed, roly poly gent in the rumpled suit in the Air Canada departure lounge. Was I going to Calgary? he asked. So was he. On business? Same for him. Guest speaker? What coincidence. That was his line too. What was my specialty? I told him that I liked to fancy myself as a humorist. How about himself? "Me," he replied, "I'm an Enthusiologist." I got him to repeat it, just to make sure. Yup, that's what he said — enthusiologist. Turns out it's a brand new word to describe a fairly new breed — what we used to call Motivational speakers — spiritual cheerleaders who deliver rah rah speeches to make groups Feel Good About Themselves and Incidentally Improve Productivity. It's just one of many new ripples spreading across what used to be the featureless grey flannel exterior of the corporate business world. There was a time when a working stiff joined a firm, worked for 40 years and got a gold watch on his way out the door. It's not that simple any more. Nowadays, workers, especially executive types, are expected to 'renew' themselves periodically — often by doing things that have precious little to do with the business of business. Some firms sign their management serfs up for fitness challenges — Outward Bound number of claims and counter-claims which have been made to date. One of the main reasons why the divorce took place was the unwillingness of the Slovaks to play second fiddle to the Czechs any longer. The capital of the united country was Prague, conveniently located in the Czech part. Most of the industry was located in the western part where the Czechs live and it seemed to the Slovaks that they were treated as little better than country cousins. Even most of the leading politicians, with the notable exception of Alexander Dubcek, were from the Czech part, which only rubbed salt into the wounds, real or imaginary. Dubcek, by the way, died before the separation as the result of an accident; he would have been heart-broken by the event had he lived to see it. All this may be distracting the Slovaks from some real problems of their own. It is true that much of the industry is located in the newly created Czech Republic but Vladimir Meciar, the Slovaks' first leader, is not helping matters any by trying to run the country as if there was only one political party worth thinking about — his! A realistic series of economic reforms is badly needed; none so far have materialized. Some idea of how bad things are can be gleaned from the fact that, when the International Monetary Fund sent some officials to see what the IMF could do to help, they threw up their hands in despair after only three days in Bratislava, the new Slovak capital. Furthermore there is a sizeable Hungarian minority in Slovakia and tensions between them and the ethnic Slovaks has been rising with mutual accusations of discrimination. Since Hungary is taking a brotherly interest in such minorities not only in Slovakia but in Romania and Yugoslavia as well, it would not be long before the Hungarian government decided to step in if there is any increase in this tension. As it is there is already a dispute between the two countries over a dam on the Danube River. trips, for example, or rock climbing expeditions. Other outfits sponsor white water river rafting adventures where their white collar flunkies jam onto Zodiacs and lose their homrims while plunging down raging cataracts. The weirdest Corporate Games Playing Scheme I know is a company that claims it can transform listless clumps of soft- fmgered, paunchy paper pushers into lean, mean, high-performance teams by ... dog sledding along the frozen shores of Lake Superior. "The key to mushing is in harnessing the dogs" says a spokesman. "It takes about an hour to hitch up five to seven dogs per two- person sled. This chore has obvious parallels to managing people." Well, I suppose. Although I note that another firm that's making huge inroads in the Corporate Empowerment business is an outfit called Divinitel in Paris, France. And what service does Divinitel perform for its clientele? The same one offered by Madame Lazonga — Astrology. Divinitel offers hard- headed, no-nonsense, bottom-line businesspeople guidance from the stars. Buy? Sell? Merge? Better check and see if Jupiter's aligned with Mars first. Wouldn't work for me. I don't take astrology seriously enough. Last time somebody said "What's your sign?" I told them "Slippery when wet." This is the largest civil engineering project currently under way in Europe; the Slovaks want to continue it to its completion; the Hungarians object, stating that there has to be a thorough environmental study completed. The inference here is that the dam should be stopped period. Given the uncertainties in both the economic and political arena in Slovakia, it is hard to say what will happen next. For most countries it is all too easy to find scapegoats elsewhere and Mr. Meciar seems adept at doing that. He may be the so-called "father" of his country but it could well be that more and more Slovaks may decide that, having created it, he is not fit to run it. A general election might just clear the air a bit. Paul's Perspective Continued from page 4 form of employment, any more than any other health care worker. The Ministry of Health will work with health care providers, District Health Councils and other interested groups to develop a list of underserviced communities. It is this government's responsibility to ensure that the related problems of oversupply and distribution of doctors is dealt with in a manner that best serves the needs of all Ontario. Paul Klopp, MPP Huron. The Short of ►t By Bonnie GrOpp A little warning might have been nice It's 1993 and for one large group of students in our area it marks the beginning of a new phase in their life and the end of another. Grade eight graduation is and for many years always has been a pretty big deal. Looking at the girls, resplendent in their new dresses, parents are faced with the realization that daddy's little girl has become a young lady. No more scratches on the knees and no more missing teeth. And the guys clean up pretty good too. I remember vividly my own graduation. My dress, (please bear in mind this was the late 60s) had a white top with a black and white checked skirt. The belt was a flamboyant tangerine. I wore platform shoes, giving me the chance to experience a normal height for a time, and a bow in my backcombed hair. As an official right of passage to mark this coming of age, my parents permitted me to wear white lipstick, though I and several of my friends did have to sneak into the bathroom to add some trendy black eye liner as a finishing touch. We marched in singing the strains of "The Halls of Ivy", which we changed for the occasion to "The Halls of Central", and feeling just slightly silly. Following the ceremony, our parents were kicked out of the gym and I and my peers boogeyed until 11. That was many years back, but trust me, not so long ago. While I maybe can't remember yesterday, memories like this are imprinted in our lives. When you take inventory of your life this is one of those memories that pops out. If looking at the nice clothes worn by the recent graduates didn't make me feel old, something else did. The students who graduated this week were in grade one when my eldest entered high school, yet it seems like yesterday that I watched him graduate from grade eight. It's hard to believe that the second has just completed secondary school and will begin post-secondary education this fall. These same two children will tell you their mother is a sentimental sap; I get teary-eyed when I hear "Sunrise, Sunset" and weep at weddings. But I don't think I'm alone. Walking around amidst the groups of parents I couldn't help noticing the shell-shocked expressions on Moms' and Dads' faces. These kids can't be this old. How did it happen? Where were we looking while it did? It's nice to watch our kids grow up; I've loved every phase, well almost every phase, they have been through. I adored them as babies, was challenged by them as adolescents and pre-adolescents and am proud of their accomplishments. But, sometimes, many times, I wish I had known how quickly the years were going to pass. Not that I could do anything about it, nor would I want to start it all again, but a little warning might have been nice. Then maybe I wouldn't have let one minute go to waste. To the graduating class of 1993, congratulations. Looking back, I'm sure the years have passed more quickly than you expected, too. Keep that in mind so that in the future you always try to take the time to enjoy your life and your achievements. Don't hurry the times that will become your special memories. International Scene