About me | RDH 2025

The fascinating story of working, in my case, begins on Tuesday, September 17, 1980, but before that I had to train and began studying for a Bachelor's Degree in Systems.

That's how, in 1978, I began studying for a degree in Systems. You could start in August, in the middle of the school year in the South, and luckily, after the World Cup, which we won for the first time, not just computing, but any system. There was only one university that offered that degree in those years, and that was CAECE (Center for Advanced Studies in Exact Sciences). I graduated in December 1984. At that time, I had to explain what systems were. Today, I don't think I would have to. We didn't have the building shown in the photo; it was an old, five-level house, and my first class was in a classroom made in the garage of the house. And my mother handed me my diploma.

But I had to start working and so on September 17, 1980, I began my career 45 years ago, it was a company that manufactured chemical products for photography, the ROMEK brand was old, but the company MEKRO S.A. (Romek backwards), I was a few months old, so it also helped me to be able to apply everything I was studying by systematically organizing the new company, I arrived and I remember that the invoice file was a closet, and when 4 years later I resigned to face the final stretch of my university career, I had sales even by region of the country and seller, everything I experienced there was very interesting and enriching, both professionally and personally, they even used me as a model to test new chemical products

Shortly after, I started working with my uncle Pedro. It was January 14, 1985, the day my nephew Damián was born. I worked for four years at Compucorp, which represented Xerox in Argentina. I was in charge of one of the first PCs to arrive in Argentina, called the Corona. They were very large and underpowered compared to today's. I worked there for four years until I decided to leave my uncle's company and pursue my own career. I started working for a few months at Latin Data, from September 6, 1988 to May 9, 1989 (it no longer exists), and shortly after, an ad appeared in the newspaper seeking professionals for Epson Argentina. A university classmate worked there, so I called her, and she advised me to send her my resume. So I did, and a few days later, they called me. I passed all the tests, but ultimately, the position didn't open. After a while, the person who interviewed me asked my colleague if she knew anyone because there was a new position open. She, embarrassed since she hadn't been selected the previous time, told him she didn't know anyone, and he asked, "How about your friend...?" That was Claudio San Pedro, for me the best boss I've had in my entire working life, since he is and was a leader, not a boss, and with the advantage that later, over time, he became and is my friend today.

Thus began my time at EPSON on June 10, 1989, a company to which I am very grateful for everything it gave me, but be careful, I also gave it a lot, so it remains to be seen which side weighs more.

Finally, in 1997, they offered me a trip to the USA. It was a difficult decision; my mother had fallen about five years earlier and was on crutches. I took care of her on weekends, so that would now pass to my sister. I spoke with everyone, and with the approval of everyone—my mother, my sister, and my aunt Yaya—I finally accepted the proposal and traveled to Los Angeles on June 2, 1997, for two weeks to see how everything was going. It ended up being 28 years. My final departure from Argentina was July 9, 1997, Argentina's Independence Day. I still keep the rosette they gave me that day at Ezeiza.

Life in the US isn't easy. It's one thing to come to the US on vacation to Disney, and another to live here. Many can't stand it and leave. I don't complain. If you ask me if I would do it again, I'd quickly say yes, and of course, why not, since I met someone here who has been following me for 16 years.

I wanted to experience what it was like to work in the US, not have it told to me in a Hollywood movie. I arrived with a good position, I was the first Product Manager in Latin America, but of course, I didn't know how or didn't want to learn how to climb the ladder in a society where only what you give matters and a person doesn't matter for who they are internally. I'm not judging; I'm just sharing my choice.

I don't regret anything I did or said, but of course, many times those who claim to be open to criticism aren't really prepared to accept it when it's given to them, and they put you on "lists"... But here I am, very happy with my style and my way of approaching things. My conscience is more than clear, and ultimately, that's the only thing that matters to me.

I helped everyone I could, without distinction. I always lent a hand to get ahead, perhaps, many hands were later washed...

So, I quickly told you what happened to me in these 45 years, full of adventures, joys, sorrows, sharing, and living, with a clear, transparent conscience, without thinking that I acted wrongly, that I forgot the helping hands I'd received. I always gave and continue to give a helping hand to those who truly need it.

Let's celebrate together. If you're reading this, it's because I want you to join me in celebrating this great moment in my life. Don't let me down.

A big hug and kiss.

Daniel