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Es lo primero que tendría que escribir yo en este post. Parte de abandonar el blog fue culpa de lo que siempre tiene la culpa, esta maldita forma de trabajar.

Pero en fin, no voy a platicar de eso en estos días cuando puedo quedarme con las buenas noticias. Hoy fue un gran día. Después de un proceso de negociación de 2 años conseguí algo muy importante en el proyecto que dirijo. Estoy seguro que esto se verá reflejado muy pronto en los resultados del proyecto, así que les pido que estén atentos a la siguiente página:

www.eleccionesenmexico.org.mx

Lograr redondear una negociación tan importante por supuesto que no fue sencillo. En estos dos años pasaron 3 jefes y muchas horas de desesperantes reuniones en donde no obteníamos más que dudas cada vez más grandes. Hoy, estoy seguro, fue un paso correcto en la dirección adecuada.

También hoy volví a dimensionar el alcance del proyecto que tengo en mis manos. Trabajar con tantos equipos tan diversos (ingenieros, abogados, funcionarios electorales, burócratas de los estados) me hizo sentir muy orgulloso. El trabajo no es sencillo, pero poder trabajar con conocimiento de causa en tantos temas si parece que está teniendo resultados.

Creo entonces que esta noche dormiré tranquilo, no pensando que abandoné mi blog de la supervivencia, sino que hoy di un paso más en el camino de todos los días para hacer muy bien mi trabajo.

(Espero que el entusiasmo de verdad dure mucho tiempo).

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