Trust is like virginity…

…once gone it’s very hard to get back.
I’ve told this story twice in comments on other sites in the past day both for very different reasons.   Firstly over at Paisley’s site it was made to make a point about trust being earned by people whom we regard as experts.  Secondly over on That Darn Girl’s blog it was made in a much more flippant manner.

But given the synchronicity I thought that I’d re-tell the story here.

A number of years ago I tore a groin muscle playing basketball.  In some pain and wondering whether I might need some extra investigation to see how bad the tear was I decided to attend at my local GP’s.   After telling him that I had felt the groin tear whilst running down the court the previous night he asked me to drop my dax and climb onto the examination table.  He then grabbed me by the balls and asked me to cough and came to the conclusion that I had an infection whereupon he prescribed a course of antibiotics.

Needless to say I didn’t fill the prescription nor did I ever go back to his surgery again.  So like I said at the beginning of this post there is a certain amount of automatic trust we invest in people because of the position they hold, but it may only take one little breach in that trust to find that it is gone forever.  And once gone it is really hard to get it back.

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Cartoon from Cartoonstock

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Trust is like virginity…

…once gone it’s very hard to get back.
I’ve told this story twice in comments on other sites in the past day both for very different reasons.   Firstly over at Paisley’s site it was made to make a point about trust being earned by people whom we regard as experts.  Secondly over on That Darn Girl’s blog it was made in a much more flippant manner.

But given the synchronicity I thought that I’d re-tell the story here.

A number of years ago I tore a groin muscle playing basketball.  In some pain and wondering whether I might need some extra investigation to see how bad the tear was I decided to attend at my local GP’s.   After telling him that I had felt the groin tear whilst running down the court the previous night he asked me to drop my dax and climb onto the examination table.  He then grabbed me by the balls and asked me to cough and came to the conclusion that I had an infection whereupon he prescribed a course of antibiotics.

Needless to say I didn’t fill the prescription nor did I ever go back to his surgery again.  So like I said at the beginning of this post there is a certain amount of automatic trust we invest in people because of the position they hold, but it may only take one little breach in that trust to find that it is gone forever.  And once gone it is really hard to get it back.

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Cartoon from Cartoonstock

Merging Blogs

For a long time now I’ve toyed with the idea of switching to wordpress and even set up a bog which is a compendium of the three blogger blogs that have been public, although not the one that has been and always will be private. But Blogger has now introduced the capacity to merge blogger blogs together and I have now pulled everything from Sunrays and Saturdays as well as Visions of Oz into this one place.

I have neglected my blogs for a while now – shifting house, being sacked from my job and finding a new one, all meant time for wrting was stolen from me. And the issues I had with people criticising what I was writing did get to me. Even this blog, which is the one that has been my record of the journey, has been incognito for a number of months now. I have been debating for a while now whether I should reveal it to the world again but have decided to hold off until I actually feel like I’m making an effort to keep it going again.

I also thought when I was looking for work that it may actually have been better to keep it hidden, not because I think there is anything wrong with what I have written but because I worried about what any prospective employers may think if they came across it. I still wonder about that now.

I probably should also update people here about what happened at my last job. Truth is, I don’t really know. I was told on the night of my sacking that the Executive had decided that they wanted to go in a new direction with someone who had a different skill set. Having spoken to one of the Executive members a couple of weeks ago I found out that they made the decision in February, when I was away on holiday, and that they decided to keep it from me because they wanted to get through the AGM and also wanted the financial audit completed. He reiterated that it had nothing to do with my work performance but simply about setting some goals for the next few years and they thought someone else could do a better job.

At Erin’s game yesterday I saw one of the young blokes I’ve had a bit to do with over the years and he asked me how I was getting on. He said that he didn’t trust the Executive “What happened to the theory about if it’s not broke don’t fix it…They said they wanted a new direction but they haven’t done anything different since you left and they said they wanted someone from outside basketball and then appointed a basketball person. Doesn’t make much sense to me.”

Nor to me either. The hard bit for me is getting over the anger. I haven’t been able to do that. I fume. I seeth and I struggle to understand why it happened. Ironic eh, having left my marriage with people suffering the same sort of emotion, I get lumbered with similar feelings of helplessness. Nothing I did wrong, just time to move on. I don’t enjoy irony.

Merging Blogs

For a long time now I’ve toyed with the idea of switching to wordpress and even set up a bog which is a compendium of the three blogger blogs that have been public, although not the one that has been and always will be private. But Blogger has now introduced the capacity to merge blogger blogs together and I have now pulled everything from Sunrays and Saturdays as well as Visions of Oz into this one place.

I have neglected my blogs for a while now – shifting house, being sacked from my job and finding a new one, all meant time for wrting was stolen from me. And the issues I had with people criticising what I was writing did get to me. Even this blog, which is the one that has been my record of the journey, has been incognito for a number of months now. I have been debating for a while now whether I should reveal it to the world again but have decided to hold off until I actually feel like I’m making an effort to keep it going again.

I also thought when I was looking for work that it may actually have been better to keep it hidden, not because I think there is anything wrong with what I have written but because I worried about what any prospective employers may think if they came across it. I still wonder about that now.

I probably should also update people here about what happened at my last job. Truth is, I don’t really know. I was told on the night of my sacking that the Executive had decided that they wanted to go in a new direction with someone who had a different skill set. Having spoken to one of the Executive members a couple of weeks ago I found out that they made the decision in February, when I was away on holiday, and that they decided to keep it from me because they wanted to get through the AGM and also wanted the financial audit completed. He reiterated that it had nothing to do with my work performance but simply about setting some goals for the next few years and they thought someone else could do a better job.

At Erin’s game yesterday I saw one of the young blokes I’ve had a bit to do with over the years and he asked me how I was getting on. He said that he didn’t trust the Executive “What happened to the theory about if it’s not broke don’t fix it…They said they wanted a new direction but they haven’t done anything different since you left and they said they wanted someone from outside basketball and then appointed a basketball person. Doesn’t make much sense to me.”

Nor to me either. The hard bit for me is getting over the anger. I haven’t been able to do that. I fume. I seeth and I struggle to understand why it happened. Ironic eh, having left my marriage with people suffering the same sort of emotion, I get lumbered with similar feelings of helplessness. Nothing I did wrong, just time to move on. I don’t enjoy irony.

Amazing Basketball Trick Shots

This video is of a young bloke I’ve known for a lot of years now – Dave Black a gymrat and hoops junkie. I enjoyed it and hope you do too.

Amazing Basketball Trick Shots

This video is of a young bloke I’ve known for a lot of years now – Dave Black a gymrat and hoops junkie. I enjoyed it and hope you do too.

Amazing Basketball Trick Shots

This video is of a young bloke I’ve known for a lot of years now – Dave Black a gymrat and hoops junkie. I enjoyed it and hope you do too.

It never rains…

And it didn’t in Tasmania for an entire week whilst I was there. Perfect weather, magnificent scenery and plenty of photographs that I will begin to post with the tale of the places I visited as I do so.

But it does pour. Returning to work on Monday we were the victims of an enormous downpour of rain and flash flooding that poured in through the doors and windows of the stadium. I’ve only just gotten the computers back on line and haven’t had time yet to catch up with anyone’s blogs to find out what’s been happening since I’ve been away. Hopefully I will get the chance to do that over the next few days.

Here are a couple of photos of our mini disaster as well as the final episode in Movember for this year.

Thanks to everyone who commented on the last post.

My office
From the inside looking out.
The pathway to the front door

Finally Movember and I should report that we are now all clean shaven once again.

It never rains…

And it didn’t in Tasmania for an entire week whilst I was there. Perfect weather, magnificent scenery and plenty of photographs that I will begin to post with the tale of the places I visited as I do so.

But it does pour. Returning to work on Monday we were the victims of an enormous downpour of rain and flash flooding that poured in through the doors and windows of the stadium. I’ve only just gotten the computers back on line and haven’t had time yet to catch up with anyone’s blogs to find out what’s been happening since I’ve been away. Hopefully I will get the chance to do that over the next few days.

Here are a couple of photos of our mini disaster as well as the final episode in Movember for this year.

Thanks to everyone who commented on the last post.

My office
From the inside looking out.
The pathway to the front door

Finally Movember and I should report that we are now all clean shaven once again.

It never rains…

And it didn’t in Tasmania for an entire week whilst I was there. Perfect weather, magnificent scenery and plenty of photographs that I will begin to post with the tale of the places I visited as I do so.

But it does pour. Returning to work on Monday we were the victims of an enormous downpour of rain and flash flooding that poured in through the doors and windows of the stadium. I’ve only just gotten the computers back on line and haven’t had time yet to catch up with anyone’s blogs to find out what’s been happening since I’ve been away. Hopefully I will get the chance to do that over the next few days.

Here are a couple of photos of our mini disaster as well as the final episode in Movember for this year.

Thanks to everyone who commented on the last post.

My office
From the inside looking out.
The pathway to the front door

Finally Movember and I should report that we are now all clean shaven once again.

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