December 2012

When Winning Goals Become Own Goals

Own Goal

Never argue with a referee.

As a schoolboy footballer, spindly legs emerging from shorts always one size too large for me, I soon learned that they have an irritating habit of never changing their mind.

“Come on, Ref!” was one of the most common implorings I remember, usually with my right arm held aloft beseeching the official to whistle the obvious offside. But, inevitably, the official remained unmoved and I quickly began to realise a life lesson: don’t waste time with battles you ain’t going to win.

Don’t just do Something. Sit There!

His name was Gavin and it was the closest I’ve ever come to being physically assaulted at work.

Some years ago, I was involved with an interview panel looking to appoint a manager from a group of Team Leaders.

Someone had tipped off Gavin that the job was his. And, as’ Gavin’ and ‘modesty’ were not two words you’d ever find in the same sentence when thinking about him, this misled applicant viewed the process as a foregone conclusion.

Unfortunately, the interview panel chose another applicant; I was asked to feed back the bad news.

Three Companies Weakening the Spirit of Business Integrity

Integrity Picture

Here’s a quick question to kick off this week’s blog.

The following statements are taken from the websites of three different companies. Can you guess which companies they are?

1.    ‘X believes that conducting business ethically and striving to do the right thing are vital to the success of the company.’

2.    “We spend money on things that really matter and believe that frugality breeds resourcefulness, self-sufficiency, and invention.”

3.    “Our business practices are beyond reproach.”

A Christmas Tale For A Change

Christmas Baubles

A man was snoozing one Christmas Eve when he thought he heard, from deep inside his heavy slumber, someone padding past his chair.

He awoke, and was startled to see a rotund figure with a foaming white beard staring back down at him.

“Are you awake? Haven’t got long. Busy night!”

The man pulled the back of his hand across his eyes. “I… I think so, but…”

“No time for questions!” Father Christmas snapped back. “Come over here and look at this snooker table.”

“Snooker table? I don’t have a snooker table.”

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