Showing posts with label construction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label construction. Show all posts

Sunday, 1 September 2019

The Council of Elrond and the Value of a Meeting Agenda

Since one has marshaled all subcontractors the way Elrond did with the fellowship in Rivendell, the least one can do to prevent the lords turning into orcs when there is a disagreement is to have an agenda. 

An agenda is as basic as wearing underwear first before your trousers. And please, it is not just a matter of telling what the purpose of the meeting is, an agenda should also set out a list of items to discuss i.e. organized in an order of precedence that will guarantee a smooth flow of discussion as if it were water flowing in some river of the earlier mentioned Elven realm.

If you ask me, a chairperson presiding a meeting without an agenda is like a coachman of a horse-driven coach but without the harness. An agenda is like an implied control mechanism in which can yield the resolution and achieve the goals that one desires; without one, it can convey to the lords (subcontractors) that the endeavor is fortuitous.  

An agenda also ensures minimizing the duration of the micro-summit: people’s focus dwindles when the discussions (it depends if the meeting’s chairperson is not a tyrant like Sauron) exceeds the 30-minute delineation. If it goes beyond 45 minutes and transforms into an epic, then it is likely that thoughts of the council members will be swept away as if it were driftwood on the above-noted Elven River.

As we have a shortage of scribes, I usually get snatched away from my current work to act as a council meeting’s scribe, i.e. to take down notes. It’s difficult to take down minutes without an agenda, especially if the topics are being developed on the spot. I was scribbling topics back and forth. My notes looked like a schematic layout for one of our electrical shop drawings. With arrow leader lines almost forming a loop of sorts. 

The good thing with such an eventuality is that some matters were ambiguous whilst it seems the rest of the fellowship looked bored because just like earlier noted, it dragged into an epic hour and a half conference that might have caused Gandalf snoring already.

Eventually, the remedy falls in the hands of the scribe. He has to write the story of the council meeting regardless of whether he has to draw schematics or practice some form of alien type stenography. He also has to endeavor to check with all attendees what he has written. It is vital that he provides a factual and true record of the meeting. 

I understand some matters at the site are urgent, but that’s why there are toolbox talks and android phones. It’s unbelievable that construction practitioners do such things (and without an agenda) — meetings should be a last resort tool if you ask me. Sometimes all it needs is a phone call or an email. It’s a waste of time, really. Some companies bill such an endeavour by the minute.

Never ever underestimate the value of an agenda during meetings. It gives respect to the word meeting. It also separates the professionals from the amateurs; the idiots from the diligent. 

Friday, 12 July 2019

The Fed Up Declaration

I do hereby solemnly declare that beginning today, whenever there is free time available for a quantity surveyor like me, I will endeavor to write i.e. until I reach my desired average goal of ten thousand words every month.

Some of those narratives may sound awkward, incorrect, and if I fail in ensuring diligence in what I write, then I might offend other people’s philosophy and norms: for that I apologise in advance–this serves as my personal disclaimer to future blogs I will post here. I will take the said risk and write as long as I can write something on something: I do not care as I am fed up. I will write the way one will eat to their heart’s content when they indulge in excessive consumption in a buffet.

I am a quantity surveyor but not yet chartered at the moment (I am working on it). I will write some narratives I will come across in my line of work, as it occasionally entices my muse. Work, although I love it like a mistress, can sometimes be difficult and leaves you pondering the cliché, “I am only human.” Six days a week of writing the flattest of narratives at work, constant double-checking what you write because the only editor you have for your quasi-prose is your boss, simplifying and restraining yourself the urge to use adjectives and adverbs treading the borders of creative writing–it can burn you out and even yield symptoms of asphyxiation!

Just like any sport, this endeavor requires practice. It’s also like a diesel engine that needs revving up before achieving combustion. It will not be easy, but still, I will do it: because I’m fed up.

I will now embark on this personal journey hoping to find meaning in this so-called phenomenon known as life.

So help me, God.


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