Come to me doers!

Look March already – Wales have been a big disappointment all in all this 6 Nations, which is frustrating as Gatland has been talking up the Wales quality for a while now.  He’s a bit like Rafa – can’t help himself and always quick to criticise the opposition instead of focusing on his own doorstep.  It always comes back on you in the end anyway.

The same can be said of business – certainly the business I’m in.  I’ve been back from holiday in Chamonix for a whole week, and I have to say that i’ve had to deal with more obsolete, obtuse eggheads than I’d care for in a month of Sundays.  I know I work in an industry full of egotistical buck-passing underachievers, with a few glimmers of sunlight here are there (you know who you are people).  It’s the glimmers which make it worth carrying on frankly.  That and the vague praying hope that I’ll meet some other like minded glimmers.

Already this week I’ve had to deal with incompetence on a grand scale, some reneging, a pile of welching, and U-turns. If I was in a position where I was once where I actually managed a team of people, and I was put in this position, I would simply do a Gordon Ramsey on them.  I did quite well today to remain focused and not lose my temper, and shout at anyone. I love a good vent me, particularly if it’s justified.

On the plus side, I’ve got new high speed wireless coming to my home tomorrow.  This will allow me to work from the garden, or from my bed, depending whether I can’t be arsed to get out of one, or into another on the days when I cannot face even the prospect of getting on the underland, or the bicycle.  I am “between offices”at the moment too, though I still have one on my email signature – no-one there seems to mind, and no-one elsewhere has the nonsense to send me snail mail anyway.

I’ve one eye on Silicon Roundabout and another on London Bridge.  Ralph, my SEO saviour has one of his many eyes on Farringdon, though truth be told it’ll come down to what we can get for the cheapest price.

This week I am committed to completing my 1st version of “Training Manual”.  I’m writing a training course which I am going to be running from the start of April – not April Fool’s Day you understand – and the manual is the key part, the take home, the book to accompany the film if you like.  So I’m doing a movie – get me. I can’t say what the training course will be about though because like every great invention it needs to be immersed from view unti launch, cloaked in secrecy, so as not to let someone else steal it and make gazillions out of MY IDEA!  Well it’s not my idea but the point is made.

I started my first ever desk job on April 1st 1996 and was certain for at least – ooohh – 2 years, that it was all just a big joke.  The last salary based position I took only confirmed my suspicions all those years back.  No! April 1st is a day to check the broadsheets for BMW ads, and the Guardian website will have some scurrilous tales about someone doing something odd with something or someone. For me it’s a day for wide berths, park walks, perhaps a drink and a laugh with a friend. Possibly a gamble.  Never a dance.

Also this week, I want to secure a long term contract with a business who gives a shit, knows a bit about what they are talking about.  Someone with a conscience, someone who underpromises and overdelivers. I want our relationship to start nervously, then for us to find common ground and then to run off into the night, for a long time, so that I can get away from the no-good timewasters that seem to be occupying my working days at present.  The sayers.  So I can say: Screw the sayers, I have doers! Doers will come to me, there will be queues of them outside a door near wherever I am.  There will be doers talking about sayers, and the sayers will never come out again.

Ah for that day.