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Open Respectful Disagreement

Carole and I argue, sometimes they’re real humdingers too. As we’ve been reflecting on what’s helped us survive and thrive nigh on twenty years of marriage (big day next week), we agree that the arguments are a key part of what makes our love strong, so long as we operate on a basis of open respectful disagreement. Over the years I’ve met couples who are proud of the fact that ‘we never argue’, and I can’t recall a single one who has said that to me and stayed together….go figure.

My experiences of workplaces are shot through with this argument dilemma too. In work you often see frustrations brushed under the carpet, and snide remarks behind other people’s backs. People are great at avoiding conflict, and I think it’s hugely damaging to us.

It’s not OK to disagree, it’s essential. And it’s how you do it that matters. So the next time you disagree, take a deep breath and do it face to face.

Open Respectful Disagreement – it works, trust me 😉

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Annual Leave

When I first started work (no jokes about horse drawn carriages please), we took holidays, and days off from work. Looking forward to a holiday, or a day off excited me then, it still does now (the picture above is of Carole and Keira enjoying a bit of shopping in Nice last summer). Over time this horribly robotic term of Annual Leave crept in to the workplace dialogue, yet another clunky cog in the lexicon of dehumanisation. Holiday sounds fun, Annual Leave sounds empty, soulless and completely unfulfilling. I don’t know where it comes from but I wish Annual Leave would sod off back there.

I’m taking a day off today to go and watch Keira’s school sports day. Later this year I’ll be taking some holiday with the family.

Annual Leave? Leave me alone!

Bounced

Our trampoline has seen better days so we thought we would spruce it up a bit and splash out on a new pad to go round the edge, and a new enclosure and pole pads. These last two items are particularly helpful when it comes to retaining enthusiastic jumpers within the trampoline environment, i.e, it stops folk from falling off.

On 20th June 2012 I called up Outdoor Toys Direct, the company we bought the trampoline from in Spring (ho ho!) 2008 and was a little surprised to find the replacement costs of the new parts came to £130, compared to an original purchase price of just under £200 for the whole kit and kaboodle. I didn’t really want another trampoline cluttering up the place so I bit the bullet and ordered the spares. Here’s a summary of what happened next:

Money taken from account, email confirmation arrives

25th June: Pad and enclosure delivered minus pole pads

26th June: Called and asked for pole pads, more emails arrived confirming extra pads ordered

28th June: Pole pads arrived, not enough sent. Delivery driver won gold medal for unhelpfulness

28th June: Called and asked for more pole pads, more emails arrived confirming extra pads ordered

3rd July: Pole pads arrived

Finally, all the raw ingredients are here now we can revamp the tramp! New pad goes round the outside edge of the trampoline, nicely does it. Pole pads go on, nicely does it. We get the enclosure out, it’s the wrong size 🙁

4th July: Called and asked for correct size enclosure. Staggeringly I’ve remained polite throughout despite all the cock ups and a distinct whiff of indifference every time I call. On this last call I explained that I’d really like to get this trampoline in shape before the weekend when 15 kids are gonna rock up and want to play on it.

5th July: Email arrives confirming correct size enclosure ordered, it looks like the final piece of the puzzle may just arrive in time…

6th July: Email arrives confirming my money has been refunded.

I’m guessing that Outdoor Toys Direct have given up. Maybe they can’t source the part we need? Maybe they just can’t be arsed any more? Who knows? I certainly don’t know because they’ve not told me anything. I’d love to see the employee handbook for this place, I bet the Customer Service pages are blank, or perhaps they show a flow chart ending with the company sticking two fingers up to their customers? And if this is how they treat their customers, I hate to think about how they treat their staff.

Dealing with this company is exhausting, I’m way too tired to write a song about it. But if I could rap (which thankfully for you I can’t), I’d probably rap something like this:

I ordered some spares for our trampoline, The fuss came next like a ruptured spleen

I called many times (how many?) Umpteen, Hanging on the phone I need my caffeine

I just wanna cover made of polypropylene, The pads are blue in colour not aquamarine

By the time they arrive my kid’ll be a teen, Wearing make up ‘n’ stuff made of nitrosamine

I just want to revamp my trampoline……word.

I know, it’s just a trampoline, what’s all the fuss about? Part of me agrees, and part of me thinks that companies like this rely on silent disgruntlement to keep them in business. If it takes a bit of jumping up and down occasionally (sorry!), then so be it.