Reading the CV with a loupe
Sometimes an old story can’t be improved. Retelling the tale will not change the outcome, the moral. Instead, it affirms that the storyteller must have missed the ending, last time around. But, let me begin.
Once upon a time, the king mayor of a small kingdom city decided to celebrate his birthday with a set of new clothes new image. Friends from the area had mentioned that there was a tailor image consultant of renown who would be willing to help take taxpayer money, if only the king mayor would ask. And so he did.
The tailor image consultant was costly very costly, but to this king mayor, budgets were of only minor concern. After all, quality is without price. Soon, the inhabitants were informed that the king mayor would have something marvelous to wear present before the assembled masses. The tailor image consultant brought samples of various tissues “focus group sessions” to showcase his intent, and the public were assuaged. This was the “real thing” (not to be confused with a popular soda).
But, a journalist decided to investigate the reputation of the tailor image consultant, and despite his best effort, was unable to find proof that the tailor image consultant had ever spun wool into cloth ideas into images. Anywhere; for anyone.
The newspaper appeared on the Saturday, when the inhabitants were apt to be at home drinking coffee and relaxing. Within hours, telephones were ringing, as the (now fully awake) inhabitants called one another, wondering if the new clothes image would be suitable for their little corner of paradise. And this, before a single scissor cut. Sunday brought no rebuttal from the tailor image consultant who was busy in another kingdom city trying to sell yet more clothes ideas.
By Monday, the king mayor, who was not a patient man, decided to break the contract with his spinner of cloth dreams. Little matter that half the promised sum had already been paid. The fact that this was a contract mattered less; reputation was everything for the king mayor. Rather than parade through the streets denuded of dignity, the king mayor would show that he possessed, if not wisdom, temerity.
For those who would like to know the real story, I suggest that you check here: Le Soleil
In conclusion, here’s the five year view of things from my driveway, as of this date.
White is out, green is in.
