Welcome to this week’s Musings!
“Because we’re here, lad. Nobody Else. Just Us” (Zulu 1964).
With the Plymouth model show looming ever closer I’ve been looking at my models trying to see what I might take along in addition to my WW1 and RAF models which I produced for the club display. One of the models I unearthed was this little number that I did some time ago, a 54mm vignette of Rourke’s Drift.
Whenever I look at this model I’m not only remind of one of my favourite films but also of a true incident which took place at work. I shall explain further as those of you who may occupy a staff management position during these busy times might find this useful!
At the time I was responsible for a reasonably large administration department when one of my junior managers asked if he could speak to me. The conversation went something like this.
Me: – “So Mike, what do you want to speak to me about?”
Mike: – “Well I’m more than a little fed up that I’m out there working my bollocks off when we’re up to our eyes in it, the others aren’t doing anywhere enough and to top it all off I don’t get any thanks for it!”
Me: – “Tell me Mike have you ever seen the film Zulu?”
Mike: – “Yes” (looks mystified)
Me: – “Well you may recall that the brave Welsh soldiers were out numbered in the region of twenty to one. Now if every soldier managed to kill his alloted twenty Zulus then there wouldn’t have been a problem. Unfortunately some of the soldiers were killed, some weren’t able to reload and fire quickly under increasing pressure and some were just fucking useless at shooting accurately. Now answer this question for me. If you were one of those soldiers and you’d killed your twenty would you A) go and sit down and let everyone know that you had done your bit, or B) knowing the zulus are still intent on kicking the shit out of you that it might not be a bad idea to kill a few more before they kill you?”
Mike: – “Option B”
Me: – “That’s the right answer Mike and that’s the same situation we are facing out in the office at the moment. The work is coming in at a rate that some people are struggling to deal with more than others so as a consequence it’s all hands to the pump. When things settle down, just like it did at Rourke’s Drift, then it will be time for tea and medals. So be a good lad and go back to your desk and we will pick up on this later”.
Mike: – “Thanks Boss, I get it now.”
Me: – “I never doubted it Mike, you’re a clever lad”.
Now if you had asked me a year ago to enter a challenge by completing a neglected model I would have turned it down for one simple reason, I wouldn’t really have had one to do. I might have had a few bits here and there but I would have classified them as no longer needed and as things that would never be done. Simple victim figures of a set purchase. But that was a year ago when I bought one figure at a time and duly completed it. That’s all changed.
Looking at my desk I can see that even at a glance I am working on seven completely different things. None finished but in various stages of completion. When I look about elsewhere I can also see an ever-increasing pile of figures I have recently bought. This pile is growing at an alarming rate and does not include the items I am waiting for the postman to deliver in the next day or so either. Worse than that I have a list of things that I have seen that I aim to buy which must run to at least another fifty to sixty items and to top it all the list is growing!
Is this just me or is this normal?
On Sunday it was Father’s Day in the UK.
It doesn’t always pay to plan ahead. My son is 21 and my daughter is 15. Excluding the early years when She Who Must Be Obeyed would buy something herself and tell me it was from the kids, almost every year without fail I have been asked, directly or indirectly “what would you like for Father’s Day?
Anticipating a similar situation this year I planned ahead and ordered some modelling bits that I could give to SWMBO who could then give them to the kids who could give them back to me. It’s a bazaar arrangement I agree but surely I can’t be the only one who does this can I?
Well, as you have probably already guessed, this year I was not asked the question. For the first time in a long time the kids did their own thing. As a consequence I got double presents, mine and theirs! A win, win situation. Now things like this don’t happen very often but a lesson learnt is a lesson learnt and I have learnt mine.
I’ve learnt is it’s better to have two presents rather than one so for my birthday and for Christmas I intend to hedge my bets by buying stuff that I want just in case the kids ask SWMBO what they can get me or better still, in case they don’t!
Until next time.