Time for Tease

Burlesque. It is an unusual experience, eating sandwich slices with the crusts off, sipping tea (to wash away the taste of champagne) while a procession of women dance a bit and do a "living picture" with various different themes, the common element being that all of them were in their smalls.

Most surprising was the audience, which way 95% female, the majority of them on a birthday bash, so as time went on, the volume went up. All in all a very enjoyable, if slightly surreal, afternoon. Near the end of the afternoon, a lady even walked round selling nipple tassles off an around-the-neck box similar to the ice cream vendors in cinemas of old. Raspberry Nipple anyone?*

The rest of the night was the usual chat/drink/eat format.

So, the other thing I want to talk about is my employer. I shall borrow from fellow blogger, the mighty Gorse Fox, and call them Starfleet.

So Starfleet are a multinational organisation, operating in the same difficult financial conditions as the rest of the world, and the impact of those trading conditions are making their effects felt in our organisation. The last vestiges of Final Salary Pensions are being closed down, and redundancy is looming for some. Many senior colleagues have already taken the early route to a less stressful life, and the true effects of losing so much wisdom and experience has yet to be felt.
"Our business is our people" was a rather tired cliche in "the old days", and maybe it is a sign of the times that, cliche as it is, that is never said these days. Any sense of nurturing and valuing their people has definitely left the building. Times are undoubtedly tough, and when things get tough, executives turn to their spreadsheets for the answers, and lives are changed forever. If only they had more empathy for their people who really are, when all is said and done, their business.


* That was in poor taste, Ed.