Finally getting around to write something…
This week I attended a coaching workshop in Daventry. I really enjoyed the course and got to learn that the art of being a good coach is being a good listener and getting the coachee to realise that the answer is within them. A commitment made must be believed, owned and lived. No point taking on someone elses values, goals and objectives. These must be your own.
Thanks Amanda and Andy for a great course.
The hotel was nice and service excellent. My room however was basic, with the smallest TV since time began and a carpet that made my eyes hurt…
Also, I got the chance to hear the stories and opinions of my fellow managers around the country. The general feeling is that most are worried about the future. With the creation of more two in one stores, the company will need fewer managers and colleagues. I’m hoping that all the skills and training I’ve had will ensure my future. Otherwise I could be forced into another store or out altogether. Redundency is such a scary prospect having never been out of work since I left school. However, out of the ashes of many careers, new worlds can be forged. The future is a night light, just have to watch out for storms approaching.
On Wednesday I went along to my first residents meeting on board the boat Teresa Joanne. It was a mix of people who wanted to heckle the volunteers who try and make things better for everyone on the estate. People who just wanted to have a social night and people who wanted things actioned. I’m not sure much got agreed but my question was answered in the most amazing way. I had asked that some historical artifacts were sought and placed into the estate. As this was the site of the Harland and Wolf shipyard, the original gates have been located and can be bought, restored and placed at the entrance of Galleons Lock. If the funding can be arranged, I would be so proud that I was able to contribute to the look of Galleons and the history of my home.
My very good friend Sam and family are off on a 3 month trip through Asia. Some might say that living near East Ham is much the same experience… A few of us met up to wish him Bon voyage and sink a few beers at the Parlour. The Parlour is a bar for city wankers. It was packed toe to toe, playing the loudest music and darker than a pub during the blitz. I must be getting old as this place just bored me. The highlight was Sonny spilling his drink on some (W) Bankers coat, the guy looks up with the quip, ” I’ll suck that out later.” Not that Sonny thought it was funny and almost started a fight again.
Having had a few beers we followed along with everything on the menu at Wahaca, Canary Wharf.
The food, beer and service is amazing and so cheap for what you get.
The star of the night was Sonny again, with his story of Sweetheart the stripper and her ability to take her clothes off and offer anger management.
Certainly a multi talanted girl…
Today finally took my poor Mini in for it’s MOT. Given my anger at all the Pot Holes around the city, I was quite pissed off to discover that it failed it’s MOT due to a suspension fault. I’ve not had a car fail its MOT since I bought my first old banger soon after passing. My protesting must have been enough for him to pass it anyway with the promise of returning to get it done next week. I’ll certainly do it. Maybe I should send the bill to the council?
Love and Laughs,
M
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