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Remember I told you a story about the office being sort of the ideal ecosystem for SPV deployment?  Well, here is another example of that… to further prove my point… This experience is so far in the past and yet so present!  This SPV I’ll call the sour grape SPV.

If you consider that this story takes place in the mid 90s - the worst economic crisis I’d ever experienced in my country (Mexico) - then you’ll know that I ‘had to’ take this job as I had no other choice, right? 

Result: So freaking efficient!  I know it’s wrong for me to say it but… I was… I mean, I really was overqualified for the position.

The sour grape SPV in question worked one floor down.  I had to, constantly, cover for her for whatever reason.  If it wasn’t one thing it was another.  Just laziness on her part… if you ask me… and I realized that her job and my job - together - were a piece of cake… I mean… it couldn’t be easier!  And she felt like freaking Einstein!

Every single month I had to process some presentations for the shareholders.  Elaborate and boring… but - to each his own - I made them look fantastic!  Therefore my boss was crazy about me… getting all sorts of compliments from the shareholders and senior executives as I made them look so nice and neat… it was pathetic!

Hah! …Silly me… I’d forgotten -for a second- where I was: SPV territory!  Since getting your job done, when you’re dealing with SPVs, is like committing a felony.  So this sour grape SPV began to go bananas and, as a result, I started to spend more and more time on her desk, wasting time and doing her job because the poor little thing couldn’t handle the pressure and the paperwork at the same time!  In other words: I ended up with two jobs as punishment for efficiency…

SPVs have the power to make everyone believe that they have a perfectly good explanation for their incompetence.  Therefore, the rest of us mortals have to do our job… as well as theirs.

So to make a long story short, there came the day when I had had enough of so much up and down, her desk my desk, her boss my boss… sick and tired of having two jobs based on the failure and incompetence of this sour grape SPV… and for the price of one.  I blew up in front of my boss and… I guess I went way over the top.   You see, there is a secret way of spilling the beans on SPVs to ‘SPV users’… I didn’t know that then.

Well, that day, when I refused to go do her monthly presentation, her boss called me over after he attended the ‘Oscar winning performance’ of this sour grape SPV against me, to tell me that he wasn’t asking… that it was an order.  Yelling and screaming!  Hmm… you see… let’s just say that this sort of behavior doesn’t really ‘go’ with me…

• Gladly - I responded, with composure, when I found myself in front of his desk - If you can tell me why it is that I, not only do I get my job and your worthless assistant’s job done, but I also manage to help other two on the way… then you can consider it done!

Sarcasm killed me!  Well, maybe the whole dialog did, right?

End result: expelled from the ‘habitat’!

Hellooo!  How was I supposed to know that the sour grape SPV was banging her boss???  Yes, I know I shouldn’t have dismissed the rumors as ‘unfounded gossip’ in the SPV colony.  Mea Culpa!

Then, as to keep up with the tradition, I wrote another one of my ‘famous’ little letters only, this time, to the company’s President… just to inform him what had been going on… the answer blew my mind… I hadn’t expected anything from it… it was rhetorical and yes… sarcastic… what can I tell you!  That’s just me!

Unexpected end result:  A couple of weeks later the love birds were expelled from the ‘habitat’. ***no comment*** (But, man, I do have a huge smile planted on my face… yes… I’m a Scorpio…)

And life wasn’t over.  And, as quick as a flash, I got to penetrate into another ecosystem… one and the same… but with another name.