I have a personal rule when it comes to working with teams or judging the effectiveness of a manager: be careful of the person who can’t spot the really important problem. The house could be burning down, but these folks are more interested in watering the flowers.
If you find your manager (of if you’re this manager) seems to worry about the office furniture, when sales are slumping – be scared – be concerned – be gone as soon as freaking possible.
Today I received a call from FedEx asking if I was receiving a package from the UK. As it happens, I am thanks to the London Business School Worldwide Celebration for Guinness on September 24th. The nice people at LBS sent us a party pack, which appears to have toxic ink. Now, I get to fill out form TSCA to approve the pens.
I started laughing when the lady told me that there could be an issue. “Sir, this is serious.’” Oh – yes of course. We here in the US expect the finest ink in our pens.
Personally, if it isn’t the finest ink I don’t want them and apparently neither does the US government.
War. Debt. Healthcare. The Economy. Toxic Pens.
