Turnover is vanity, profit is reality.
Or Turnover vanity, profit sanity.
Turnover is vanity, profit is reality.
Turnover is vanity, profit is reality.
see aboveSanity ... is how the saying goes.
Not most - quite a few recognise that we aren't a big club. We'd like to be (so long as we don't become arrogant tossers like the Liverpool and Man Utd fans). We have ambitions. But right now - gate wise, salary wise, points wise and wealth wise - we are actually quite a small club.
Turnover is vanity, profit is reality.
And become more like Tottenham fans - gentlemanly, scholarly, decent folk!!!
In my experience a lifespan for a CEO is between 3-5 years in business so RK has had more than a good run
Fresh ideas, fresh objectives and fresh ambition is definitely needed in our club
I look at this as a positive step and look forward to hearing from our new senior management team
I especially hate the fact that experienced workers get called negative when they try to point out problems as they have already tried the same 'New' ideas several times before. Best to keep quiet and smile as these bright new brooms dislike discussion as they view it as criticism....however helpful you mean to be.Not so sure myself. Something I observed after 21 years at Royal Mail, seeing CEOs come and go, was that every single one of them played the “new broom” card - and there was hardly a new idea between any of them.
The good ones (and I can actually only point to one who was genuinely inspirational) left too soon; the bad ones hung around too long. Most blurred into a revolving caste of indistinguishable grey faces.
In my industry (insurance) it mainly circulated between Regionalisation v Centralisation (the battle between customer service and cost). For a manager specialising in change implementation it kept me well employed..LOL.Not so sure myself. Something I observed after 21 years at Royal Mail, seeing CEOs come and go, was that every single one of them played the “new broom” card - and there was hardly a new idea between any of them.
The good ones (and I can actually only point to one who was genuinely inspirational) left too soon; the bad ones hung around too long. Most blurred into a revolving caste of indistinguishable grey faces.