|Last home as always|
Last week, at work, I found myself supporting a junior manager. She was having a moan about a bad shift she had experienced, where a few colleagues didn't quite pull their weight as part of the team.
I took the opportunity to share my thoughts about " the plodders" of a team, every group has them..... Never the high flyers, never the ambitious ones, but often supportive in their own pedestrian kind of way.
Plodders , I always think, can form the backbone upon which a team can support itself.
I think she got my gist.
The plodder in our house is George.
Physically slower than his fellow pack members , he is always last through the door, last home after a walk and last up from bed in a morning, but it's his character that so amuses and exasperates me during everyday life, for George is a chronic procrastinator.
In George's world, every blade of grass needs a sniff and every new view needs to be looked at and looked at again. There is no urgency in George World...and why would there be? , he learnt long ago that whatever he does, she could never compete with any other dog.
Being small and stocky means that the bigger, more assertive and faster dogs beat him to the bone every time.
What's the point in rushing?
George is best served in his own little world
It's a world of plodding.