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I'm a leader, I'm a leader, I'm a leader of the gang I am. - The Paranoid Android
...musings of a mechanically depressed robot...
I'm a leader, I'm a leader, I'm a leader of the gang I am.
It's that time of the year again. The company I work for has decided that we should all be leaders (One team, One firm, be a Leader)

This is your usual "rally the troops," morale boosting, psychological bullshit and ever year the company puts aside a day to remind us of it.

That day is next week, but in a cunning plan the Finance team had their Leadership day yesterday. The plan was cunning because it means we can book the meeting rooms we wanted without having to fight every other damn department who also want to book the meeting rooms for their leadership madness.

So yesterday at 1:30 we all filed down to the third floor and played CFO for the day and watched "M" (the MI5 boss) on a video. Some new ideas were thrown about and some old ones rehashed.

To end the session we was to participate in a "Treasure hunt."

This was by far the most exciting part of the day, and in true Finance style involved 9 pubs in the square mile around the office. Given rather bizarre cryptic clues we had to find 9 pubs and answer a question in each. The answer could be found somewhere in or around the pub in the clue. We were split into teams of 7 or 8 and told to meet back at the 9th pub for 8 o'clock for something to eat. Points would be awarded for clues worked out correctly, answers given correctly and speed of returning to the 9th pub... the teams were not allowed to split up and search out more than one pub at a time. (If a team was caught cheating in this manner it would be penalised!)

My team seemed to have a bit of a disadvantage in there was no-one who really knew all the local pubs. If this had only been set in Romford I'd have had no problems! We started very badly, having guessed wrongly on one of the clues, the first pub we found (by walking through one of the pubs we really needed) wasn't on the list at all... so we ordered a drink anyway and tried to work out all the clues and a good route to visit them all.

I was caught at the bar by a rather talkative public schooled old man, who proceeded to tell me all manner of stories about his past. My team did nothing to help me get away from him. After finally losing the old guy, and planning a route that only crossed back on itself twice or maybe 3 times... we set off.

The next bar was a bit of a poncey wine bar effort, so we just found the answer to our question and went to the next pub. It was about then that we learned one of the teams had finished and was back to the final pub already. Knowing we couldn't possibly win now, we decided to do this *right* ... and have a drink in each of the other pubs. This seemed like a good idea at the time, but as I type this I can see it's folly.

We lost Jo about the 6th pub (not really lost, she had arranged to meet her chap there and stayed) and we got to the 8th pub with just 5 minutes left. I downed a quick bottle and we got to the "Rack" at 5 past 8, late but morally the winners .... we thought.

It turns out that Mr Tickle and Mr Rogers also thought we were the moral winners too... because they added some extra scoring - one point for each pint drunk.... which put us into a clear lead! So I'm now the proud owner of a £50 voucher for John Lewis plc. I think Misty should get the voucher for putting up with my drunk arse last night.

Quote for the night seems to have been in answer to that how many beers did you drink to which I answered "how many pubs were there?"
"seven then ... but we had to have a bottle in the last one"

After some food (which I don't remember much of at all) and some more beer I jumped on the beer scooter which whisked me home.

This morning I felt very bad. My head hurts and my stomach feels like an acid bath. The bus journey on the way into Romford was touch and go... if it had swayed around a single corner more I would have been violently sick. I had to sit outside Romford station, taking deep breaths to stop myself for being sick.

Current Mood: hungover

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poggs From: poggs Date: June 19th, 2003 04:18 am (UTC) (Link)

We never get anything fun to do like that...
teya_uk From: teya_uk Date: June 19th, 2003 04:46 am (UTC) (Link)
nor do we :o(
paranoidandroid From: paranoidandroid Date: June 19th, 2003 09:10 am (UTC) (Link)
you should have serious words with your mangers! ... it doesn't cost very much (we paid for most of our own beer) and it was a great deal of fun last night!

It does require someone to put the original leg work in tho...
teya_uk From: teya_uk Date: June 19th, 2003 01:25 pm (UTC) (Link)
... what ... you mean like research the local pubs ...I could do that :o)
tweezlebum From: tweezlebum Date: June 19th, 2003 06:30 am (UTC) (Link)
I think Misty should get the voucher.
No matter how you finish that sentence, I think you're right. I just looked 'em up ('cause I had no ferkin' idea what they were) and there's some luffly Misty-looking stuffs there. ;D
brightspot From: brightspot Date: June 19th, 2003 09:10 am (UTC) (Link)
DAMMIT!!! See how well kids respond to timeout?!?!

I'm telling their fathers...all of them.

*walks off, grumbling*
paranoidandroid From: paranoidandroid Date: June 19th, 2003 09:12 am (UTC) (Link)
There's supposed to be some good stuffs there... no doubt you've already found that out! :)
tweezlebum From: tweezlebum Date: June 19th, 2003 10:05 am (UTC) (Link)
I have indeed. Most of the stuff is considerably more than £50, but I'm sure I can find something that tickles my fancy.
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