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(to prevent any misunderstanding - yes, it is very similar to what you find under my personal page; however - the text here is exactly as it appears at the back of my book. I just didn't feel like re-writing it much.)


Hello there, all you intelligent, wise, adorable people.

This is I, the author, writing about I, the author, and if the sickeningly sweet introduction sentence wonít get you to throw up all over your PC or newspaper or whatever you read it from, then it will surely get you to buy my book. And this is the whole idea of this pre-mortem eulogy.

My real name is actually Ioji, and where I originally come from, the Far-East (of Europe, i.e. Romania), itís not as uncommon as that. However, after moving on at the unripe age of 13 to the Middle-East (of Asia, i.e. Israel), some funny local official decided my name sounded too funny and re-baptised me (lucky he didnít re-circumcise me) into the non funny sounding Joseph. Which, with the only other Joseph known me at that stage in my life being Joseph Stalin, wasnít really funny at all in my eyes. Therefore I moved very fast into the realm of assorted nicknames and the native version of my Joseph being Yossi - so Yossi it was. I wonít bore you with stories of my childhood, my hoodloomhood, my studenthood, my lovelifehood and the rest of the hoods. I wonít even tell you about my dogs and their hoods. It just so happened that at a certain stage in my life I suddenly woke up with BSc in Electronic Engineering, a wife, two kids, and an insatiable desire for writing. But as all of you millions of seasoned readers of this note ("...optimistic the bastard, isnít he...") out there know, itís only the Stephen Kingís of this world that have a right to quench this thirst. The rest of us have the unalienable right to queue up and wait. So I queued up and waited (I was number 223,451,093 - today there are an additional few billions following me which doesnít bother me except for those that barge straight in the front). With absolutely no chance of reaching the ticket distribution window before I wither of old age and die - I decided for this sideways move and letís go self-publishing. You think that the bible scribes had a publisher? And look where they are. So letís go and self-scribe.

Enough bla-bla, some less artistic facts. Well, with the university degree in my hand I could choose to go several ways - commercial, managerial, educational... It so happened that I went a completely different way - I discovered, more or less by accident, that I have an incredible sense for technical troubleshooting. A real talent. Give me a problem, any problem on any machine, if I know the machine or not it doesnít really matter, and either by myself or by working with someone that knows the machine perfectly but doesnít know to solve the problem I would find the solution in 100% of the cases. And this is the job I was hired to do in Scitex, the company which is the subject of my book. With actually not the company itself covered in the "story" but rather Yossi Faybish in the company, in Scitex. For those of you with a technical background it will sound more than familiar, for all of the others you could very easily imagine the cycle of events that followed; because removing the "electronics" from the system you could easily adapt it to the life cycle in any other big organization be it a hospital, a law firm or even an army unit. It always starts with a bang - enthusiasm, falling in love with the job, with the company, striving to improve. Then follows the growth period, you growing in importance, in achievement, the company growing in size, in power. Then there may be some ups and downs but nobody gives up, all united in preserving the achievements, advancing further, and further. And then one day Neron comes on the scene, lights a match, and pooof - Rome is in flames. The organization tumbles, the horses run away, and a few of the falling stones hit you on the head. And you die. Wondering with genuine incomprehension - how the hell did it come to that. Which is the long and short of my life in Scitex. And which, for the needs of the book, can be taken as a generic name. Because this is the life of many of you in whatever company, organization, or any other kind of outfit you are in. Read this book, you may be just looking in the mirror.

The present? Life goes on. At a certain stage and age one just joins the stream, because there is unfortunately not enough time depth left to do it all again. Which I would if I could yet I canít. I joined another similar company, I work in a similar job, I act in a similar way - it is all so similar. But it is only similar. It is not the same. And as I say at a certain stage in my book - Don Quixote is dead, long live Sancho Panza.

If you were wondering, this ĎAbout the Author" thing is written in a certain style, my own. This is the style the book is written in. So if you like it... hmmm hmmm it and have fun.

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