We had a big meeting at work today. A 'first day of the month; Summer approaching; let's look at plans for the seasons ahead' get-together with all the management teams from each site in Suffolk. Gavin himself deigned to make an appearance, for the first time in months, but didn't seem prepared or particularly engaged. Normally he would be the one driving the meeting and throwing ideas in and pushing people to come up with strategies, but because he is distracted these days by his blossoming tourism empire in the South-West, he turned up without an agenda or a plan.
That would be fine if he had delegated his usual duties to others, but unfortunately he expected everything that is usually being done at this time of year to be done, without ever having asked anyone to do it. It's hard to pick up the pieces that someone else has left you when you don't know where the pieces are or what they should look like when they're all put together. I did try to make that point to him, but rapidly retreated when he looked at me as if I was a primary school child who had just asked a teacher if he could have a glass of gin with his lunch.
So it's all a bit chaotic. He had his own particular way of doing things, which obviously worked because the sites are all successful, but he never shared that particular way with anyone else, and now he's too busy to instigate it all, but he still wants it to happen, but he didn't bother showing anyone else how it works, and he doesn't have the time now to train someone, and he's not doing the work himself now so no-one can shadow him and learn on the job, so we're just going to have to muddle through it as we go, but he still wants 2023 to be better and more profitable than 2022.
Hey, ho.
RC 1-2-23
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