So much for my grown-up ‘maturing like wine’ spell.
Today I spent three hours building a replica of the filling station using printer paper and out-of-date milkshake. It’s amazing how pliable A4 becomes once you’ve soaked it in strawberry Frijj.
I’ve suggested to my superiors that we branch out a bit and sell more food in the garage. It’s not the usual plan because they like us to direct people into the supermarket if they’re hungry, so they can spend money in the café or possibly be persuaded to impulse-buy while they’re looking for snacks and a sandwich.
But so many of our regulars come in on-the-hoof with little time to spare, and I’m sure we could get them to spend more if we churned out bacon sarnies and coffee.
My line manager asked me to write the suggestion up as a report, so that gave me an excuse for an afternoon in the office, where I ignored the job at hand and amused myself with crafts and graffiti. You might call it time wasting; I would call it training my brain to think in alternative ways and thereby improving my chances of making sensible, profitable decisions and generating innovative, profitable ideas.
I’ve always hated ‘Management Wankspeak’ but it’s so easy to pick up I’m almost fluent in it….
RC 4-9-15
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