I’ve had a few bosses in my time and I think I could say something positive about all of them – except one. There were bosses about whom I could happily wax lyrical and with whom I remain great friends to this day, others whom I respect/ed enormously and the remainder – well – they were an acquired taste let’s say – oh and then there was ‘The Exception’. Let me ask you a question. Do you ever look at your superior or boss and wonder how they managed to get where they are? I mean does one need skills and talent and knowledge of subject to lead, motivate, discover and develop potential in others? I would say so, wouldn’t you? So when you find yourself being ‘managed’ by a person who has none of the aforementioned attributes but has the capacity only to cause mayhem at every turn, questions surely need to be asked. ‘The Exception’ was a case in point. Continue reading
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A ‘Tail’ of the unexpected…
Once upon a time, a little family went out to buy a new hamster. They were missing their now deceased pet so much, that a replacement had to be found. They returned from their ‘safari,’some hours later with – a Border Collie – which was of course way too big for the vacant hamster cage (and no, they didn’t try him for size!). Everyone was thrilled to have the dog home (for a trial period), except mum who was extremely apprehensive and even a little afraid. Now Brig, for that was his name, was discovered languishing in kennels, looking rather thin and thoroughly miserable. He had been earmarked, from birth, for competitions and trials but had been sadly ‘overtrained’. Consequently, he was timid – but he was black and white and beautiful. Before the family reached home the children had already made a list of essential supplies, planned where he would have his bed, best food, fashion and grooming accessories and exercise rota – trial period my eye!!! There would be no going back. Continue reading
Time and Tide….
The sun came out today, did you see it? My living room was bathed in a golden glow for all of five minutes – just long enough to highlight the dust and the odd bits of forgotten sparkle from the Christmas tinsel. Right! My next move is staring me in the face – get the duster… er…no….put the kettle on! Yes, yes, yes I know it would only take me ten minutes to run a duster over everything but guess what? I am CHOOSING not to do it. This ‘ere dust will still be around tomorrow…..’n that’s a fact! I saw a little plaque once which said: ‘YOU SHOULD HAVE VISITED LAST WEEK – I DID THE HOUSEWORK’. I wish I had bought it. Continue reading
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