Halfway through the first month already. Christine and Angela have gone to Palmerston North today taking Sophia along for the ride.
Tried to post this as usual in Arial Font but it keeps reverting to Georgia. Why is beyond me. Tried Verdana but it does the same. Must be a Blogger fault. (Later in trying to correct it, it seems to have fixed itself except the colour changed - so I've changed it back!!)
First Quiz night of the year last night but only 6 teams. We shared the bonus with two other teams and came 2nd. Not much $$$ but it was fun. Bonus was a pure guess of a soccer score. We called ourselves "Zealand New is not a stupid name. Yeah Right!" after the idiot who recently called her child Zealand-New. The other members of the family also had idiotic names.
Cricket was a washout. Incredibly the weather has been great but everywhere the Windies went it rained - even in Napier.
Just happened to notice that next Monday is Anniversary Day. Not working means I tend not to notice any holidays sneaking up.
Talking Work:-
IT IS 1944, and there is a war on. In a joint army and air force headquarters somewhere in
At that point, an odd thing happens - nothing at all. The paper flood ceases; the war goes on regardless. As Major Parkinson later mused: "There had never been anything to do. We'd just been making work for each other."
That feeling might be familiar to many working in large organisations, where decisions can seem to be bounced between layers of management in a whirl of consultation, circulation, deliberation and delegation. It led Major Parkinson - in civilian dress, C. Northcote
Parkinson, naval historian, theorist of bureaucracy and humorist. This is "Parkinson's law", first published in an article of 1955, which states: work expands to fill the time available for its completion.