Monday, April 23, 2012

Entry 2: A Question of Honesty

Hey All-
Been a while, but I just wrote a small tidbit in response to a question posed in my Project Management class and wanted to hear if you had anything thoughts on the matter! I'm hoping to get back into writing more articles soon. Please comment with any thoughts!!!!! So here it is:



Assignment #6 PMI Code of Ethics: A question of Honesty?

            Chapter 5 subset 3.1 of the PMI Honesty Code states “We do not engage in or condone behavior that is designed to deceive others…making misleading or false statements, stating half-truths, providing information out of context or withholding information that…would render our statements as misleading.” (PMI, 2010) While this statement is obviously well intentioned, the real-world application of this provision is somewhat not completely possible. This clause seems to be intended to make it such that the Project Manager will not be able to deceive others through incorrectly stating something. The specific portion that I disagree with, “stating half-truths,” is far too ambiguous in definition. Such a statement can encompass anything from a simple withholding of certain information that might not be pertinent to a situation, to omissions of matters of great importance. Furthermore, even though it might not be a “half-truth”, or more appropriately I would call it simply “not-the-whole-truth”, withholding information might be paramount to the proper execution of a specific task. The only contingency being that the intention behind withholding of information in a statement will: a) not cause those who do not know this information to perform unethical actions; b) that the withholding of knowledge has direct implications for the accomplishment of the project objective.
            Though not directly related to “project management”, one particular example may be seen in the actions of President Obama and the US Special Operations unit between 2010 and 2011. Whether one can consider the wars of Afghanistan and Iraq projects, the underlying ethical code of a person within the context of an organization still applies here. In a June 2010 article, the Washington Post observed “[Obama] has asked for a 5.7 percent increase in the Special Operations budget for fiscal 2011, for a total of $6.3 billion, plus an additional $3.5 billion in 2010 contingency funding.” (DeYoung and Jaffe, 2010) This draws the conclusion that there are operations that even high ranking officials were not informed of; “missions that were so secret that the U.S. ambassador was not told [] were underway.” (DeYoung and Jaffe 2010) Though, given the nature of the operations, information regarding specific details is scarce, at best, the result was magnanimous. Less than a year later, a US Special Operations unit consisting of CIA operatives and US S.E.A.L. soldiers killed Osama Bin Laden – an objective one could akin to a “project objective” – that could only have been accomplished by telling only what was necessary.
            In a personal experience – though naturally the consequences of my actions were far less reaching – the withholding of certain information in a professional environment has been pivotal to the success of a project. In 2009, I worked on a pound-net entrapment project in Virginia. As both a working scientist and a public outreach activist, I worked with both the government and the local fisherman to determine the efficiency, successfulness, and ultimately the future of pound net fishing regulation for the Chesapeake Bay. Working for both sides, however, is a difficult balancing act – being able to gain the trust of the local fisherman whilst maintaining my integrity as a scientist. This meant, for me, not telling everything to the fisherman – not telling them that some of our results proved that some of their means were illegal – not telling them of our current actions and suspicions. This relationship did end up proving crucial in the renegotiation of pound net policy in the Chesapeake Bay; a policy that will help save the lives of many migratory sea turtles.
            The purpose of demonstrating both of those experiences is this – the withholding of certain knowledge in order to achieve a certain end is ethical if the consequent actions of those from whom knowledge is being withheld are ethical. The reason that both of these experiences do not directly pertain to project management is that this specific idea of saying “half-truths” applies not only to project management, but all life experience whether in the context of a project group, a particular community, or even a nation. Though it is not an action that should always be used – not to mention an action that should be used with extreme caution, telling a half-truth can sometimes be the key to allowing certain individuals achieve the success that is needed.

References
DeYoung, K., & Jaffe, G. (2010, June 03). U.s. ‘secret war’ expands globally as special operations forces take larger role. Washington Post. Retrieved from: http://www.washingtonpost.com/wpdyn/content/article/2010/06/03/AR2010060304965.html

PMI Inc. (2010). PMI Code of Ethics and Professional Conduct.  Newtown Square, PA.: Project Mangement Institute Inc.

Phillips, M. (2011, May 02). [Web log message]. Retrieved from http://www.whitehouse.gov/blog/2011/05/02/osama-bin-laden-dead

Monday, January 9, 2012

Entry 1: Rebirth


Entry 1: Rebirth (Dated: 1/9/2012)
Dear Reader, I couldn’t care less if you read this or not. I just won’t make the same mistake I made before and hide myself or my thoughts, qualities and flaws. So if you feel like reading, read. If you feel like talking, talk. But just know, if you’ve indeed read this far, that this is for me, clichés and all.
I begin this, my collection of philosophical diatribes, with a reflection. It’s become clear to me today that the six years of life experience since my last reflection have made me considerably more foolish, consistently less inspired, and incalculably less retrospective. This all revolves around a journal. A journal I found tucked away amongst the stack of endless books I will never read again, in a room that is no longer mine, from a life long ago. Yesterday. Not  a meaningless bullshit diary account of my daily life, but a period of time in my life during which I actually gave thought to the world – to humanity – to myself, and allowed these thoughts to be presented in words. What is more compelling, and shaming really, is I think I was actually more wise as a 17 year old than I am now.
Like a 60 year old looking back on life, I find myself lacking from what I had once aspired to be even six years ago, with fallacies in every aspect of myself, with one exception: my mind, after everything, has brought me back to this place. Sounds menial and meaningless, but it means those thoughts, and that person, has not yet died. A little sanctum of inner thought, where everything doesn’t have to make sense, but a place where I can try to make sense of everything. It’s a place where I derive my identity and now the place where I will establish myself, my way of life, and everything else.
                Egocentric? Sure. Narcissistic? Possibly, I do like hearing myself talk. What the shit I will write, whether it’s clever, personal, philosophical, or whatever, I really don’t know. But let’s just say fuck it, take it for what it is and will become, and get on with it. Welcome to my brain.
                So in the spirit of kicking things off, I actually will post an updated and slightly edited version of the first collection of words crapped onto a page that gave birth to this mini-era of what might pass for intellectuality. It is, however, a true story and the reason I am what I am today. Goals, profession, everything.
So here it is, with as little editing as I can do:
Entry 0: Death and Reconciliation (Dated: January or February, 2006)
           On a recent evening, I had just begun to shower and was highly anticipating the ridiculous daydream that would fill my mind. Would I be a world-class musician today or James Bond? My mind dashed through a great many scenarios: of epic, unrealistic battle scenes (with me as the victor, of course) and thoughts of world fame. Only the normal thoughts and fantasy dreams any person might conceive of.  But amidst all these feelings of grandeur, a thought grew ever greater in the back of my mind; one with which I had never wrestled. It grew so great, so ominous, that I could no longer avoid it, like an elephant in your living room. The Truth of Death was upon me. What had previously been a fantastical notion had become the end to all my existence. And I cannot fight it.
                I wrestled and still wrestle with the concept of death. The reality of it forces my legs into submission, bending my knees to the ground, while my stomach lurches miles from where it should be. The idea that at some point, my brain will cease to function worries me and sends me into a state of uncontrollable fear (ironically contrasted with my all-too-common day dreams of intense danger). I knew not how to fight such an enemy and finally (momentarily) accepted it as Fate; but my soul worked to fight the feeling of my pre-determined end. After absorbing the initial shock of reality, my mind began to wander past death and rested on the world as a whole. Every human, (and not to be egocentric) myself especially, is insignificant in the scale of the world. My life, as it stands, is worth nothing. I have achieved nothing in my life, and I’m already (hopefully less) a quarter the way through.
Then a secondary notion spawned in my head. What would I like to do such that I might die peacefully? What can I do, during my life, which will placate my soul? This topic took me to subjects far and wide; however, each path of thought brought me back to a common theme: While there is injustice in this world, and there always will be, the given equilibrium of the world is currently being shattered. This imbalance goes beyond poverty, death, and disease; these are all commonplace and will sadly always parasitically coexist as long as there is life. There appears to be an essential NEW corruption in the very fabric of humanity now. It is a desire that now surpasses everything and spreads like an incurable infection. It’s a desire for extreme luxury and decadence. It’s a desire for desire itself. While the craving for surfeit is inherent by humans, only recently has it worked its way into the very fabric of every society, becoming commonplace for most people – even defining societies, cities, and nations. This corruption of humanity specifically has led to every environmental, political, and social distress in the world today. Wars are fought over resources and senseless pride while countless thoughtlessly die. Can you justify a war that you’re not fighting? Can you fight a war that you can’t justify to yourself? I guess that’s not how it works anymore. Most people wouldn’t even know there was a war if no one mentioned it. So what’s my point? Our wars are nothing but the result of this corruption. It’s the reason you wouldn’t move to Africa. The world suffers as a whole from the result of the excessive greed of the few.
                My soul has become restless. What can I do? I do not know. Where do I start? My own community, people will say, but that’s futile; my community needs too much work. How do I start? I think by getting myself fully educated first so that I can contend with whatever I am presented with in my lifetime. A sense of moral obligation resounds through my body upon the thought of injustice. I feel I may have just had an epiphany. My perspective on the world has been smashed, re-pieced, smashed again, and now I’m able to rebuild it the way I should be seeing it. Change in mind means change in action, and I intend to do so. I know it’s impossible to absolve the world of its problems, but there are very few people in this age who are willing to dedicate themselves to such a cause.
                One human cannot break this. But one human can make a dent, and after many people have dented the foundation, the structure will crumble and be rebuilt, hopefully, in a better manner. I finally picked myself off the ground when I finally found my answer. I will die happy if I can even attempt to make a dent. I wish to use every ounce of strength and will that I possess to contribute to this cause. If I know that I’ve done everything possible within my power in every way, I think I will die happy. I don’t know how, but I need to help the world.
Giving the ambiguity of much the writing its due, I still find it to be true enough. Hope you enjoyed it.

P.s. The elephant thing reminded me of this picture, hah: