Teamwork works


Flicker of Inspiration Linkup #41: Teamwork

Your prompt this week was Teamwork. Whether it goes well or badly, or under whatever circumstances, teamwork is one thing that will never be obsolete.


After touching briefly on this very subject in a recent post , today’s prompt could not have been presented at a better time! My response won’t be eloquent, certainly not spiritual and I make no apologies.

I came home earlier after cleaning up at a sportsman’s club the hubs and I belong to, in fact, we have been members for more than twenty years.  Like most clubs, or organizations, the politics within never change and, right now, I’m tired with an added dose of disgusted.


Make that a really BIG dose!

Maybe sporting clubs like ours are different because the people who belong are interested more in having access to various hunting properties that make up the club.  The fact that we feature several social events for members and friends seems to be of little interest to the majority of the membership which numbers over one hundred.

The club by-laws state the requirements; mandated work hours and requests for member participation, always directed at those new to the organization.   Of course, at the beginning, there are always those who express great interest in becoming part of club events but that flame of eagerness quickly goes up in smoke.

We all stopped holding our collective breaths long ago that anyone will comply.  Once they become members, most use the club like a…well, you know.

Case in point.  Last evening we held our yearly St. Patty’s dinner.   Corned Beef, Cabbage…the works.  For a paltry twenty bucks a head, we have a dinner that no one can match.  I mean, people eat so much that some can barely fit behind the wheel of their car when the night is over!


I’ve posted about this before and shared a favorite potato recipe from the event.

Well, as usual, it was the same people setting-up and doing the prep work, same people doing the cooking and serving and, when it came time to go back this morning and meet for the cleaning up…three members (myself and the hubs included) did all the dirty work.

Those members, the ones who can always be relied on, are a pleasure to work along side of; together, we are a well-oiled machine.  In one respect, we do these events so well that it is a tribute to our ability to work as a team.  In fact, in the days leading up to an event, we gather and have our own little party as we put all the loose ends together.

Each of us has our specific job, we certainly share a common purpose and probably can lend more aspects to the definition of teamwork than Wikipedia lists.

That…is a very good thing!

But, the complete lack of participation from other members in our club, well..that, I have a hard time understanding and what I see are those who  regard any form of teamwork as indeed obsolete.  Or maybe it’s just easier to sit back, play dumb, and let a chosen few do all the planning, organization and, in the end, all the work.

That…is a very bad thing, in fact, call it inexcusable!

 Right now,  I’m wondering what has happened to camaraderie, in any sense of the word. Are we adults or kids still in middle school, part of the big scene but broken off into separate little worlds, belonging…but not really?   It seems like some enjoy having the credentials that go along with membership, just not the involvement.

Until…something  goes on or is changed at the club.  Then, what I call The Peanut Gallery, springs to life, all coming unglued, wanting to be heard and no longer just names on an Excel spreadsheet.   The PG’s turn into fire-breathing, nostril-flaring human beings, blast their grievances at whoever will listen and slink away into membership limbo once again.

Wish that I knew some formula, some method of enticing people to join hands and become part of the bigger picture.  I’m open to suggestions!


Individual commitment to a group effort – that is what makes a team work, a company work, a society work, a civilization work.  ~Vince Lombardi

 







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Random thoughts…

Sometimes thoughts,  about anything everything and nothing in particular, march through my head.  They stand there, firmly planted, urging me to set them free.

No, no, no.  I’m not hearing voices and am not under some weird delusional umbrella.


I just think.  A lot.

 

Today, for example…

Our local school district (like most, I’m sure) has students getting their homework assignments on the school website.  Few, if any, workbooks or sheets are handed out by teachers to students.

What IF…students don’t have Internet access, not even a computer, or printer, at home?

This has to reflect a drop in the expense of materials to the districts.  And,  where educators are concerned, they’re spending less time in not having to deal with paperwork.  In our particular area, teachers rarely remain at school once the day ends and the majority of parents have to rely on contacting them via e-mail when attempting to address educational, or other, school issues.   What so many local taxpayers question are some teacher salaries here that skirt $100k a year but, sadly, those figures don’t represent educators who are dedicated to their craft, many are tenured and somewhat jaded, just waiting to retire.  Sad commentary on all the teachers looking for work who can truly make a difference.

Cutbacks, streamlining…but…our school budget continues to rise.


 

And this…

Anyone who has ever been involved with a group…PTA, church group, club…can attest to there always being offshoots within each organization.  Sometimes, they are a collective gathering of subversive-type members who hold their own little meetings behind the scenes.  These people have lots of ideas about “how things should be run” but all they do is…talk.  Then, when something doesn’t go their way, they pry themselves from some corner and insist their ideas are all that count.


It all boils down to the same people doing the same work all of the time while the idea men and women just sit in the sidelines and criticize.


Last one.  I promise…


I absofrickenlutely HATE Facebook’s Timeline!  Hate it, hate it, hate it!

Facebook’s asinine parameters for uploading a cover photo for a page majorly, well…suck!  851 pixels by 315 pixels.  No matter what I’ve attempted to work with, every damn photo looks like something from a distorted mirror in an amusement park.

Know what, Zuckerberg baby?  It wasn’t broke, didn’t need fixing!

You need to spend more time in finding some hairstylist who will give you a big boy haircut dude!  Stop screwing-up Facebook!

 

I’m done.  For now…


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Why children are left behind…

  • “Mrs. Gonzales, you must understand that these tests are mandatory in New York City.”

“La señora Riordan, hemos estado en este país un corto período de tiempo, queremos que nuestro hijo a aprender y hablar Inglés, pero que necesitan ayuda extra!

(“Mrs. Riordan, have been in this country a short time, we want our child to learn and speak English but he needs extra help!”)

  • “Well, the city of New York has strict guidelines in that testing is administered in English.  It’s really up to you in reinforcing what is taught here at school.  Due to budget restrictions, there is only limited extra help available to our students.”

¿Cómo se puede esperar que mi hijo o cualquier niño que no puede hablar Inglés correctamente, para pasar las pruebas cuando no se les ha dado la instrucción suficiente? ¿No acaba de hacerlos fallar antes de que tengan la oportunidad de pasar? ¿Por qué no estas pruebas se dan en español o cualquier idioma que un nuevo estudiante a la escuela habla?

(“How can I expect my child or any child who can not speak English properly, to pass the tests when they have not been given sufficient training? Do not just make them fail before they have the opportunity to learn. Why aren’t these tests are given in Spanish or any language that a new student to the school speaks?”)

  • “Well, honestly, Mrs. Gonzalez, it’s not like we want children to fail, it’s just that we have to follow the rules from the New York City Department of Education.  Rules are rules, you know!”

“La señora Riordan, todo lo que puedo decir es que cuando llegamos a este país, hemos querido sólo para nuestra familia para crecer, como los estadounidenses. Valoramos la educación que reciben, pero parece que estas pruebas pueden detectar sólo a los niños persiguen a los que no han sido capaces de aprender Inglés lo suficientemente rápido “

(“Mrs. Riordan, all I can say is that when we came to this country, we wanted only for our family to grow as Americans. We value the education they receive, but it seems that these tests can persecute the children  who have not been able to learn English fast enough “)

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For anyone reading this post, it’s not based on fiction.  Upon learning about the policy of the New York City Department of Education with regard to administering standardized tests to 3rd grade students who cannot speak English…in English, I ran to join in signing a petition against this practice.

In no way am I faulting those who teach.  These educators have their abilities paralyzed by the mandates of the NYCDOE.  The worst part of this situation are the schools who endeavor to provide a decent education but face possible closure due to student failure in various standardized tests.  This policy, aside from being completely unrealistic,  is nothing short of criminal.  In fact, this policy is focused more on the financial aspect, first and foremost, rather than the desperate need for children to learn. How can any child perform on such tests when a school cannot properly teach them or at least provide an alternate means of language availability in these examinations?

I wrote this from the perspective of a mother who desperately tries to plead on her child’s behalf for help and fairness, a mother who looks to assimilate into her new homeland and have her child become a productive part of life here in America.

Anyone interested in reading and signing this petition, the link follows….

Testing newly-arrived immigrants in English in NYC public schools is a crime against humanity.

Flicker of Inspiration Prompt #40: Role Play

One way to broaden your horizons is to see the world from someone else’s perspective. It not only reveals your understanding about that person, it highlights how they’re different from you and can help you see yourself and the world around you in a new light.

Your prompt this week is to role-play an entire blog post. Choose another person – someone you know or a fictional character – and blog as that person. Speak as they would speak, write about what they would write about.

The person doesn’t necessarily have to speak English or know what a blog is or live in a world with electricity, just try to say whatever that person would say. If the person lives in a different world or time period, you can decide whether to leave them there or bring them into ours.

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