Various events conspired to demand a change to the normal Thursday schedule. One was an important teleconference scheduled for late afternoon. This meant that the Gorse Fox would either have to stay in Bristol until it was complete, or head home early and take the call at home. Given the option of not getting home till 2100, or heading back at lunchtime, the Gorse Fox decided on an early exit and was home, logged on and feeling smug by 1430. This is a working practise that bears further thought!
Other than that we had an interesting start to the day where GF had to join his senior colleagues in reviewing and answering a difficult email from a supplier. The wording was such that it could be interpreted as a fuse for some forthcoming fireworks. Handled with customary delicacy and plain mathematics GF suspects this will now go away, but it had some fairly bizarre assertions regarding expected performance. As GF explained, it was like working out the travel time from Bristol to Worcester by measuring how long it took to drive round the M25 in rush hour. Gorse Fox is of the view that if you plan to have a battle of wits, you should at least come armed.
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