I’ve been booked onto some pointless management
course next month, so I now have to spend three days away from the family in
some shitty hotel in Berkshire being taught how to prioritise problems by
someone who hasn’t worked in an office since he was 20. I’ve argued my corner
and put across my case and tried to convince Head Office that more problems
will be caused by my absence than will ever be solved by my attendance on the
course, only to be told “get tasks done in advance, then delegate work to an
assistant.”
I think that is probably going to be the underlying
motif of the three-day course, so they could have saved themselves the expense
of sending ten of us off to see a consultant by just telling us that
themselves, but there we are. What do I know? The bizarre workings of the minds
of Those Above Me are never likely to be understood by the likes of me and
mine, so why bother trying?
I just hope the hotel does a good breakfast.
RC 12-6-19
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