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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