A tale of two Bonos

Many highly intelligent people are poor thinkers. Many people of average intelligence are skilled thinkers. The power of a car is separate from the way the car is driven. Edward de Bono

When I come home from work in recent weeks I am longing to go into my garden and water my plants.  The technology that I have been working with every day for the last eleven, and indeed for the last thirty years, seems to be ever more complicated.  And I have to keep up to perform my job.  Problem-solving, in the midst of ordering material for fellow engineers,  and preparing multi-hundred-thousand dollar pieces of test equipment for shipment (to bring the next exponential leap in technical achievement) is no longer energizing but instead exhausting.

scraps as engineering “aids”

People who use this technology to devise super-fast and secure information systems may be very intelligent, but I am often baffled how along the industrial process there seemingly is a lack of plain, school-age, common-sense.


In between it all are managers who are surprised when product has complications in every aspect from operation, assembly,  customer use, documentation,  warranty service,  material and quality control – when they have been doing this for many years and things worked.  (Subordinates generally worked feverishly to improvise solutions,  make the designs work,  and help the customers understand their devices.

That is why American (or any country’s) industry works, and why many of the workforce are stressed out.  When industry requires the best minds and the most dedicated,  it is the obsessive folks with the uncommon “common sense” who have to make everything hum along.

Perhaps it truly is as I read once  that a brilliant idea can overcome the inefficiencies along the way to production.  But  how many great-thinker subordinates in any organization just get crushed in this “making things work”  and pack up (changing employers) in the course of this?   I expect to make things “just work” until I reach my predetermined “last work day”.

And it all becomes someone else’s concern.

What is qualified? What have I been qualified for in my life? I haven’t been qualified to be a mayor. I’m not qualified to be a songwriter. I’m not qualified to be a TV producer. I’m not qualified to be a successful businessman. And so, I don’t know what qualified means. Sonny Bono
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  1. Hurrah for the problem solvers of the world! I had a boss who came up with all sorts of ideas and then delegated them to everyone else to bring them into reality. Luckily this did not involve helping to create “multi-hundred-thousand dollar pieces of test equipment,” however. That sounds super stressful!

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    1. Thanks for the empathy! There are days I wonder if other career paths have this insanity. Then I learned everybody seems roo deal with this at some point.


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