I am not sure about this whole diary or blog thing as you call it, but well I am told I should participate at least in the new image of Ziegler. I told them, I said I cannot lead it. I was not hired to do image, I was hired to do genetics and I am a scientist at heart. But so these young people from my marketing division tell me I must project what is it — the corporation’s social commitment, or how do they say, “integration”, I think.
Well my first responsibility is to the shareholders but I will take part for a moment.
I didn’t have any plan to move to the United States of course. But now I am in the Pacific Northwest as they call it – what other kind of Northwest might there be I ask (in a lighthearted moment of course). Any elementary student of Geography should ask this. Anyway but well here I am and there are I must say some similarities with Austria. Though the architecture is how might I put it a little unimaginative! The houses lack a neckisch quality I think.
Anyway I have skiing and so on and of course the lakes, in particular the Glacial lake out there near the coast. This will be at the center of our social engagement, and hopefully when it gets underway I can withdraw from all that and get back to Berlin, looking after the business and not so much worrying about all this kind of thing.
I spoke with our man in charge of the new lake facility and I’m not sure he knows much about anything important, but perhaps that is for the best I can’t see any of our qualified people wanting that job. Pleasant enough out there, like a vacation of sorts, but you know a thinking person can only stand a vacation for a short time. I ran into one of our directors over there in fact — well no longer a Ziegler man apparently, he lives there now — but I remembered him from a presentation I watched on some work in fish that we were doing. We chatted for a moment or two and well he didn’t seem to know much about anything either — perhaps it’s the Pacific air that fills their heads?
I got the most sense out of a docent at a tribal museum down at the coast, actually. Quite an impressive collection of how you say artifacts, though but to me they all looked like sticks, strings, and rotten wood. I couldn’t make much sense of what he had to say, but I understood enough to get an idea. A decent enough Dutch lager in the bar though I will say, seemed to have travelled well.
Well so I think this is what they were looking for — some lighthearted chit-chat. I’m told I speak too much about genetics and the business. Too serious. So this should correct that matter at least until they decide my time is better spent on more important things.
