To be or not to be a bigger fish

There is an opportunity to climb up the ladder. To become a slightly bigger fish in the pond. The pond being pretty big but the fish already there are well established. Except for one who is moving on to a different sea. Which means I've been procrastinating as usual, watching TV programs, films going to the pub and not putting the extra effort I should do into either doing my fat man at the gym or writing a few lines of BLOG. It's like there is a reluctance to succeed. Of course it's a different story when you're moaning about the big fish because you happen to be a little fish and all the other little fishes sympathise and agree. However, then becoming one of the large ones would throw you into a tizz.

So perhaps my reluctance is, if I am successful and get the interview I don't want all my fellow little fishes swimming in circles and moaning at me. Alternatively it could be the fear of success, where you don't try your best just in case you do succeed and then it's easier to bitch about how they threw a curve ball in the interview or how nervous you were. The real excuse being I didn't just try hard enough. OK it means I'm being a little derogatory on myself but it's a fact. It becomes easier to fail than it does to succeed, so the failure routine is chosen. Except this time I have been given ample notice of this new vacancy. And all the preparation time has been available for me. In addition I have been successful in gaining a temporary big fish suite, I'll be putting it on for size in a couple of weeks. Fortune has therefore played her wonderful hand upon me. Notice I called it "wonderful" otherwise it would of been the fickled finger of fate had played me a duff hand again. Then again a lot of things do come down to luck or statistics me thinks.

I have been consoling myself, as you do when a little fish. With the notion where ever you work, the chances of being a big fish are just as much down to luck as they are down to good performance. Unless you happen to be Japanese which is a different story altogether. Therefore it stands to indubitable reason, when you look around the giant ponds in which our working lives are situated there will be big fish who by appearance are out of place. Maybe it comes down to statistics maybe it comes down to luck or even the selection process. However, what it does emphasise to me, is no matter who you are, no matter on how intelligent, brash, eccentric or any other trait you may name, as an individual you have as equal a chance as any other individual to be in a bigger fish body. Where the little fishes either swim around sucking up, avoiding or actually enjoying your company. Lets also mention a statement of fact, when someone moves from being a little fish to a bigger fish they can and do change. Yep, you'll no longer see them chastising those people who take up bigger seating areas than others by virtue of position, or see them bemoaning the next greatest initiative which has been introduced. The reason is of course, they are no longer an equal to the little fish. They now hold a position of authority, and now wrestle in a different arena.

Then you never know what will happen. To make a difference you have to buy a ticket. Hopefully when you got it and the jackpot comes along you don't change. After all it was Loa-tzu who said:

The great leader speaks little.
He never speaks carelessly.
He works without self-interest and leaves no trace.
When all is finished, the people say, “We did it ourselves."

Which suggests I should just keep my mouth shut and get on with it. Thanks Loa-tzu.

Stiffling the box shifter's parade

Things done today. I pre emted a fellow worker at the Fish Factory from expounding how brilliant and how hard working they were, by doing the outstanding work myself. This individual is a what is commonly know as a box-shifter. The box shifter is someone who takes great delight in moving boxes from one place to another. They do this as fast as they can, they move as many boxes as they can and then they boast of how wonderful they have been. They do not however, do anything which might be taxing on their brains. On account of such brains not getting much use anyway and being stuck in a state of wondering what they will eat for their next meal, or what is the next boast the can inflict on society to boost their own self esteem. So I stopped this from happening. It didn't stop them from boasting however, they just found something else to talk about.

Blooming box shifters, some day someone will come along and change the boxes into something else like giant spikey balls, coated in deadly poison. It'll be interesting to see how many they can cope with then.

The marvels of a hoover

It's been a while since I last logged in. So all those wonderful fans who follow me, all one of them my apologies.

I been busy. It's amazing how time flys by and then you get reminded of it when it is someones birthday. Big moma's will be coming in a couple of days and I still haven't managed to find time to look for something. Something to wrap up. So tomorrow's lunch break will be spent running about the shops, in the middle of a half term break with mums and their children in tow. What a prospect.

Did gym this evening, and it's like my belly takes me for the exercise. Not me taking it. I suppose it doesn't help when I get home have a cup of tea and then two fudge sandwich chocolate biscuits. It's like dieting is the hardest thing in the world. So I need to not diet but lose the flab. Which sounds like a contradiction. Yes it is a contradiction. I can't see any other way get rid off the stuff. Except for liposuction. Maybe I could get a hoover and adapt it in some way so it wouldn't mean going into hospital for surgery. Someone rescue me.

My knees have been playing up as well. They seem to get set in a position and sometimes like they are going to stick. It's hell getting old. Or it's hell getting fat and old. Or I just need a new pair of knees. Made out of titanium. Perhaps the hoover will have something I can cannibalise out of it?

I just spent a minute looking for a birthday card, and found one. It's quite nice with flowers in a lilac colour. While looking for the card I came across some old photo's Sparkling had sent me from when I was graduating. They bought a lump to my throat. All I could think was she is so beautiful and how much I love her. Which reminds me I've not had a text message from her all day. Probably busy. Maybe she did the vacuuming today, I'll ask her next time I get to chat. That could just be the hoover of my dreams.

I have managed to get a sideways and upward position in the fish factory. It's a secondment. Something different, a little more interesting and maybe challenging. I'll see. The new big Fish seems like a very nice person and I think I'll enjoy working there, even though it is temporary, it is a change. As the saying goes a new broom sweeps clean. So what about a hoover sucking up the dirt, or being cannibalised, or aiding in the latest surgical techniques?

OK I'll get back to doing some more blogs and on a regular basis. This was just a glitch. Beware Crazyfirdayman is back, be afraid very afraid, especially if your hoover goes missing.