Culture club

 I’ve caved in to the clamour for proof I’m working… 

This will probably be my only “work” blog post, but since I put a photo up, I guess I had better provide some commentary. My task is to set up a branch of this business in Australia, and I have six weeks or so to learn the business, build relationships, and figure out what will be done here, what will be done in Aus and what will be done in both places. They are completely into Lean six sigma and there is a daily meeting in the Obeya room, which has been purposely fitted out for this function

I’m having to do a bit of night time research to get up to speed with all the terminology. I’m also brushing up on the local dialect. I tried out my “ey up” greeting on a number of unsuspecting colleagues today to great hilarity. Apparently my accent was too posh. 

The Tim Tams I brought with me, were a big hit and there was universal agreement that they were better than “penguins”. I was closely questioned by one of the ladies as to whether I liked Kylie Minogue, it it was very well received when I said that I had been to one of her concerts. I’m being inducted tomorrow into a local delicacy from the takeaway- Yorkshire pudding wrap. It’s chicken and gravy wrapped up in a flat Yorkshire pudding… watch this space for reviews.