Feeling a bit worried that I'm starting to show my age. Not physically, oh no!
Anyone who has seen me will tell you that I don't give two hoots about my appearance. I was born baggy and rumpled and I've stayed that way all my life. You could put me in a Dior suit and I'd still look like I'd just grabbed it in a jumble sale. Worse, because I'd look very uncomfortable.
No, I'm talking about values and (dirty word these days) principles. Remember when we talked about Old Fashioned Values? I mean those. Silly things like sticking to your word, honesty, integrity and fair business dealings. I know that, looking at the news, integrity in business seems to have gone out of the window long ago but I rather hoped that small entrepreneurs, one-man-bands would see the need for it.
I'm a mouthy old bag and when I see things going wrong I have to go and stick my oar in. I call it public service but I've heard some funny names for it. How can I put this?
Well I'll tell you the story and you can decide for yourselves.
I discovered that a chap with whom I and a lot of my friends were working was playing dodgy deals and ignoring his clients' wishes. OK you can say that it's his business so it's HIS business if he wants to antagonise people and drive his present customers away for the sake of pleasing just one of them. Being quite fond of him, I rather hoped I could persuade him that being dishonourable wasn't the way to go about keeping your clients or, in the end, your business. If we can't trust you, we'll go elsewhere.
No different from the local fishmonger or greengrocer (now I AM showing my age!)
I was met with a bit of resistance, quite nasty at first but I persisted and eventually got him around to my way of seeing things.
I was, therefore, quite surprised to see remarks written by him about some people having to stop taking things so seriously and his younger fans agreeing. Ahem! No. If you aren't going to take it seriously, get out of the game because I'm not the only one who has noticed. I was pleased to see that most of my friends of similar age were backing me to the hilt and (as usual) had only been waiting for me to say something so they could breathe a sigh of relief and say “Oh it isn't just me then?”
I didn't want to run him out of town, just to ask him to behave properly, in a business-like manner. We'll see. I've dropped out of doing anything with him and I think a lot of my colleagues were only waiting for someone to take the lead.
Just one question. I'm a loud-mouthed, baggy woman of 60 years. I'm not a super-hero type. Why do I always have to go first?
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