Not a lot of blogging this week, since I have been v. busy and all that. Reverting to type would be Bad Man's conclusion.
It has been a busy week, mostly due to the effects of the holiday season taking so many people out, but also because there is a lot on at the moment. We had our first joint meeting yesterday of another working party looking at another improvement initiative. All this improvement should enable us as an organisation to achieve something that, to date, only footballers and reality show contestants have managed to achieve - the ability to give one hundred and ten percent. Indeed, if every improvement programme introduced just one percent of improvement long term to our organisation, we would actually be operating somewhere around two hundred and fifty percent. The fact that we are not should enable the reader to infer the effectiveness of improvement programmes.
Nevertheless, it can be good for appraisal time, so I for one am prepared to keep quiet in the name of high performance.
On other notes, we had a lovely BBQ last night with Mr and Mrs Scobi senior (a.k.a. my parents) all cooked by Maggot 1, with just a little help from yours truly.
This weekend we are looking forward to the sunny weather, and have a night out on Saturday at A&E's with the Maggots on a sleepover with my parents, which is a result for all concerned. Other than that, not actually sure what we will be doing, which is usually the precursor to a great weekend. I am sure we will catch a bit of the Olympics, which is continuing to grab the attention of the whole Scobi clan. Glad to see all that taxi-queue fight training has put our women boxers and Taekwondo fighters in good shape to win Gold medals, and also rather amused at some of the ensuing discussions in such esteemed publications as the Daily Mail and others, about the appropriateness of "delicate ladies fighting".
May your weekend be full of sun and beer, and empty of fighting and work. Speak next week.