Change vs. Holiday

Forgive me internet for I have slipped.  It has been almost a year since my last blog post. I know, and it is dreadful.  A lot has changed since I last graced the blogosphere with my infallible intellect. And a lot has changed at work. They say change is as good as a holiday, but I don’t have the time or money for a vacation at the moment, so all that’s left is to embrace the change that has befallen us.

March 2011 I was offered the opportunity to do the procurement at ...

Moving and / or shaking

So I am thinking of moving my blog to a slot on odd’s blog (http://oddthoughtsblog.wordpress.com ) as this site isn’t really growing so much, which is disheartening for any author I am sure. Thanks to Google analytics I am able to track the traffic on my site, and it gets depressing sometimes. But at least I am able to see that I am not just pouring my intellect into cyberspace to no avail, there are those faithful readers, and I appreciate all of you.  I am rev...

We complain way too much. Sure, I know this is me complaining to, but if you can’t complain in a public format, why blog in the first place. So there this guy who is unemployed, and he whines nonstop about how he can’t feed his family, life is so unfair and so on and so forth. So you get him a job right? Problem solved right? No! Not at freaking all. Now this guy needs to complain about how he has too much work or the works too hard or he is underappreciated. So you fire him right? Proble...

Something strange and unexpected happened to me the other day, something that, i’ve noticed, is happening more often lately. This is something that has started worrying me; something that I am afraid will tear apart the very fabric of the way South African business works. A strange beast is emerging in our market place which stands up against everything our commercial system is built on. A creature that is tearing at the general South African work ethic, this monster shall be known as “Go...

Top Five Regrets

By Bronnie Ware

For many years I worked in palliative care. My patients were those who had gone home to die. Some incredibly special times were shared. I was with them for the last three to twelve weeks of their lives.
People grow a lot when they are faced with their own mortality. I learned never to underestimate someone's capacity for growth. Some changes were phenomenal. Each experienced a variety of emotions, as expected, denial, fear, anger, remorse, more denial and e...

Today I am fuming a bit. And a bit shaken, not really stirred though. Which is strange, and perhaps a little worrying, but I will come back to that. Yesterday afternoon, on her way home from work, my wife was involved in a smash and grab. No-body was hurt, thankfully, but my son was in the car. He is about 20 months old now. What was taken, however, is inconsequential to this post, as is what the guy looked like etc...

I am also not going to use this blog as a forum to complain, and whinge a...

Poor communication is the greatest enemy of businesses everywhere. Like a ninja, she prowls the passages and halls of the corporate worlds. Silent as a cobra she strikes at her prey, crippling corporations where they stand. An unseen killer, drifting through the workosphere of our lives, ready to destroy.

Wow, that’s an amazing introduction. I am suitably impressed. I have observed varying degrees of poor communication, or even a complete lack thereof. The most dangerous kind I have ever ...

First of all, this is not a post about my son; however, he does feature in it as he is a major feature in my life.

Damien, my son, is busy learning to sing “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.” It is the cutest thing ever, and he almost has it 100%. But that’s not the point of this post, it does however hold bearing. Since learning the song, and what a star is, he points them out to us wherever he sees them. Whether it is on a poster or up in the night sky, he is very excited about the fact...