Communication

I need people to listen.

I write reports. Travel. Observe. Measure. Write. Take pictures. Format. Write more. God, I need people to read and understand. 

I wrote an academic paper in three days. From research and start to finish. Eighteen pages. With graphs and charts. Eve helped. Emily, too. And now the Leadership reads my report because it is an academic paper - and NOT a paper I wrote for them. 

It's a good paper. It solves the problem I've struggled with for years: how do you build partner capability? How do you measure it? 

And I solved it. God, what a thing to do. 

When I was trying to get Sjors away from the bastards I used every last piece of intellectual detective work that I had. I scrutinized months of communications and notes. When did I know what? How did I originally make the guess or the observation? This was my one piece of leverage. If I had known it wouldn't work, would I have done it anyway? Probably. I'm not designed to let the bastards get away with it. And they took something precious. Now, whatever paltry victory I had: any slight consternation I caused them, is ashes in my mouth. 

And now, as I struggle to figure out how to keep the Command from cancelling this one good program. This contract for Eve to work and execute SAMP, I knew I needed leverage. How do you lever an institution? A bureaucracy? So I used my idea. And I wrote a paper in three days.