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26 Saturday Jan 2019
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26 Saturday Jan 2019
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25 Friday Jan 2019
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In a dramatic reversal of form, Thai cave dwellers are flying to a destination somewhere in the Middle East in a desperate attempt to rescue an Australian Refugee 11 Soccer star from a fate worse than a Dubai pedicure.
In a postmortem discussion, Socceroos captain Johnny Wombat said that “This will be a tricky extraction. Not since I had my wisdom teeth removed – admittedly with a fuckin’ huge dose of classical gas – have we seen such a painful and obviously unfair penalty”.
The Thai cave dwellers, famous for tricky extractions and sedation expressed confidence that they could “pull this one off in the second half”. “We’ll do a few probing runs up the back passage
Electronics wizard Dick Smith Allen Mosque was also unavailable for comment but a prosthetic aide muttered something about “fuckin paedo” and encouraged the Australian star to put a shitload of space between himself and the Dubious backline.
Allen was also reported to have not said something along the lines of ‘What the fuck do you expect from a banana republic – and those South East Asian jungle bunnies are not much better. Bureaucrats as dumb as bucket of poop.” AFP media wonks were unavailable for comment – roughly since they fucked up the Bali nine bust and got two Australians murdered at sunrise.
Diplomatic saucers close to the Australian Foreign Affairs Minister were fuckin’ clueless and Johnny Wombat said he would have dropped them from the training squad “bloody years ago. Those dickwits couldn’t pull the scab of a week old blood blister”.
Pig’s Arms sport and foreign affairs correspondent Ira Tazero.
25 Friday Jan 2019
Posted in Algernon, Bands at the Pig's Arms

Long weekend Bangers
Playlist by Algernon
Beds are Burning – Midnight Oil
Scar – Missy Higgins
Can’t get you of my head – Kylie Minogue
Eagle rock – Daddy cool
The Horses – Daryl Braithwaite
My Happiness – Powderfinger
Tomorrow – Silverchair
Am I ever gonna see your face again – The Angels
Weir – Killing Heidi
Prisoner of Society – The Living End
Are you gonna be my girl – Jet
Jessie’s girl – Rick Springfield
Shark Fin Blues – The Drones
Berlin Chair – You am I
21 Monday Jan 2019
Posted in Emmjay

One of the serious contenders in the Shit Towns of Australia photo gallery.
This is not in any way to suggest that Cairns IS a shit town – merely that IMHO we are well and truly over big effigies by the highway.
19 Saturday Jan 2019
Posted in Algernon
Playlist by Algernon

His latest Flame – Elvis Presley Remix
Midnight rider- Allman Brothers
Fast Car – Tracy Chapman
Girl you’ll be a woman soon – Neil Diamond
She talks to angels – Black Crowes
Listen to the music – Doobie Brothers
Layla – Eric Clapton
Strange Days –The Doors
Strawberry fields forever – The Beatles
Interstellar Overdrive – Pink Floyd
Streets of your town – The Go-Betweens
I feel a change – Charles Bradley
Girl from Mars – Ash
Red Aces – The Aints
I’m stranded – The Saints
Love is the drug – Roxy Music
15 Tuesday Jan 2019
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A workplace story by Algernon
As many of the patrons and regular visitors know, I was made redundant from my job and finished work at the beginning of October. At the beginning of this year I’d chosen to leave the organization in July but had not put my notice in. I’d become disillusioned where I worked, my Manager, whilst well regarded in the industry I worked in, was neither a leader nor manager. In a meeting in February with them, I made my feelings plain. Two weeks later a restructure was announced, so I thought let’s see where this leads.
The restructure which should have been done in six to eight weeks with competent handlers, took seven months. In the end all my Managers direct reports were gone bar one, who sports a glowing brown nose most the time. Ironic too that those who were made redundant were amongst the oldest in their team. Participating in the process, I was found to be unsuitable for the position, I guess being 60 went against me, perhaps I didn’t speak the new corporate language well enough.
I moved to the organization eight years ago, from my own business for many reasons. The original organisation, a State Owned Corporation, operated like a badly run consultancy, but made up for it with warm, passionate workers with pride in the assets they looked after. It somehow worked. The government chose to merge this organization with another to form the current organization. I managed teams in the former and merged organization.
The merged organization bought a new CEO who was tasked by the board to build a new one. New positions were created as well as new roles within teams. New people were bought in. I led a team of four in this new organization and answered to a Manager who had seven direct reports with an overall team of 37. They in turn directly reported to the Executive Manager.
I got on with the new Manager fine personally and with some issues external to work they were supportive. However, as far as work and work issues were concerned, have your back in adversity, make a decision, lead or manage well that’s a different story. What they did bring in their words, was a new way of doing business, a new way of thinking, thought leadership. That became apparent very quickly.

One favourite tool was the whiteboard, which was used frequently, somehow to provide clarity to there thinking and often with more spaghetti than Roz Kelly. At the end that was the work instruction, nothing written down, go off and be creative. Wonderful stuff, one would head off down what you thought was the agreed path only to find at the next meeting, no that’s not what I meant. Repeat the same over and over.
So after say four months little is achieved and it’s time to find the next bouncing ball that all of a sudden has become the most important thing to be done. Repeat above and this over and over.
This new world or should I say “paradigm”, was riddled with corporate speak or should I say jargon. Early on a business case was created for all the “teams”. Now we had core responsibilities that need to be achieved in a specific timeframe. We created a business case, why we needed one who knows, it emphasized “best in class” and “one team culture” not to mention the imagery of gold stars. In the end it looked like a year 4 school project.
Group conferences or love ins were always a joy, generally one to two days, the first one bought all the “teams” together. Discussions around how we could become best in class, what we do well now and where we could improve, we needed to look at where the low hanging fruit was and how we could value add what we currently do. How we could become more customer centric, new team members were asked what they could bring to the table, we were encouraged to think outside the box and see where that game changer with what we produced was.
The following clip “The Cart” was used somehow to encourage. There were variations of this used as well, the rocket ship and the boat.
The cart
Our leaders meetings after, we’d take a deep dive into the findings of these love ins, flesh out some of what was discussed, look for the key learnings, encouraged to make sure all our teams were all on the same page. We needed to create the narrative so the take away message was reinforced to our teams. Develop the action plan to seek out those windows of opportunity and become proactive, take ownership and results driven.
That’s of course if our meetings actually happened at the scheduled time, as they were rescheduled regularly. I was amazed how many ended up being rescheduled whilst I was away in the field, meaning I’d have to leave early to drive back or if distant to ensure I was on the scheduled flight, only to watch others knock nine bells out of one another and not get to my part in the agenda.
Disagreements would often happen as they should in these meetings, but often discussions needed to be taken offline were of course they were never discussed.
Training was generally supplied by Human Resources, this was a huge team. They of course were our business partners, who assisted us with onboarding new team members, and with difficulties with our teams or other we could call on them. Well that’s if they’d answer emails or were available. HR of course, is the home of the bull shit jobs. The television show Utopia, is worth a look and Beverley Sadler, I’m sure was the modelled off our HR team.
Perhaps I’m just not good at it, this speaking in jargon I mean. My Manager thrived on it, to the point I think he lost sight of the fact that, what he spoke in the end didn’t make any sense. The thing is that all these new hired Managers spoke the same way, at a workshop earlier this year they were tripping one another up with their use of jargon. They might as well have been speaking in Swahili.
To say that the last three years were an exercise in non achievement and failure to actually complete anything, along with preparing reports that nobody reads, spend endless hours producing monthly task completions only for the system to junked after six months of use, would be an understatement.
On my last day I had an exit interview with one of the newly onboarded HR business partners. What an absolute joy that was. I had plenty I wanted to say but they had their own agenda. They had five questions they wanted to ask about the restructure and the whole offboarding experience, how organization as well as those in the bull shit jobs, could improve that experience. WTF! That was 19 minutes of my life I won’t get back.
I could talk about DISC profiling and 360 reviews, maybe that’s another episode.

Recently, I had lunch with the former colleagues in my team for Christmas. They inform me that the place is falling apart around them. Chaos reigns where there was once order. As they said it’s not a pleasant place to work and they can see little chance of improvement or the enjoyment that was once there returning. I’m glad every day that I’m out of there with a redundancy.
Finally you can have hours of fun with this. These sites are wank word or phrase generators. There’s plenty of them. See what your think.
11 Friday Jan 2019
Posted in Algernon
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Playlist by Algernon
Idioteque – Radiohead
A Minha Menina – The Bees
Voodoo – The Cranberries
All the way down – Etta James
Cuarto de la Banda – The Sexican
Since I met you – The Avalanches
This Girl –Cookin’ on 3 burners
Hey Mama – Nathaniel Ratecliff & the Night Sweats
Brass in pocket – the Pretenders
Electricity – Spiritualized
Believe – Benjamin Booker
Chain – Fleetwood Mac
21stCentury Schizoid Man – King Crimson
Crystal – New Order
River Deep Mountain High – Ike and Tina Turner
10 Thursday Jan 2019
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04 Friday Jan 2019
Posted in Algernon, Bands at the Pig's Arms

Playlist by Algernon
The good the bad and the ugly – The Danish National Orchestra
Hey Western Union Man – Max Merritt and the Meteors
Teach me how to fly- Jeff St John and Copperwine
Lady Sunshine – Taman Shud
Midnight to six man – The pretty things
La Nuit Est Sur La Ville – Françoise Hardy
Making plans for Nigel – XTC
You Gotta move – Tom Jones & Seasick Steve
Summer madness – Kool and the gang
Humility – Gorillaz
Into the mystic – Van Morrison
The Outlaw – Dan Fogelberg
Still on your side – Jimmy Barnes featuring Bernard Fanning
Ballad of a politician – Regina Spektor
04 Friday Jan 2019
Posted in Warrigal Mirriyuula

A Warrigal Mirriyuula masterpiece from the Pig-Tel stable of fine consumer products.
I was talkin’ t’ m’ mate Australia the other day. Oz was saying that he’s got a real problem at his house. He told me that some years ago, when he’d built the beaut new house on the hill, he got a real smooth green leather suite for the main room and for years it gave good service; but just recently it seems t’ have developed a problem.
Oz can’t quite work out what’s happened.
Now, Oz is a good bloke, not a Nobel Laureate, but he’s no fool; he works hard, looks after his family, loves his wife and kids, and he was real proud of his place and the way him and the family had set the joint up.
Then came this problem.
Oz looked real worried and I felt for the poor bastard. I mean, what can have gone so wrong to so banjax the place that apparently, as he told me, no-one wants to visit anymore.
“What’s wrong Oz?” I asked, gettin’ a bit concerned for a bloke who’s been a best mate since we were just tackers.
I tell ya Waz, I don’t know how, but there’s shit all over me green leather suite and I just can’t work out how it got there and how to get it off.
Now this was something I could get my teeth into. We had a leather suite at work and we had a similar problem a while back. I asked him had he tried Dubbin leather soap. Yeah, he’d done that. No good. What about professional cleaners. Maybe they could scrape the shit off and deodorise the suite. He said he’d tried a few times in the last few years but the problem just won’t go away.
“So have you determined where the shit is coming from.”
“It all seems to be coming from the one place but I can’t work out how it gets in. And there’s coal dust all through the shit, everywhere! The old place is a mess!”
“Look ya could try this.”
I hauled my bag up off the floor and pulled out a few different products that might help poor Oz get the shit of his green leather.
Oz seemed surprised that I had the bag with me, and even more surprised that the few simple products I had in the bag were going to be all he needed.
I always carry this bag with me. You’d be surprised how often you come across shit that you need to clean up.
So any way, I set the products up and started to instruct Oz on their use.
I told Oz the first thing he’d have to do was to have a real good think about the shit, work out just what the shit had been doing, and how it was managing to stick to the green leather for so long. I told him the first thing he should do is spray the whole area in the main room with some anti-static. I recommended the use of “Anti-Fas”. A product guaranteed to remove all RW static from any surface it is applied to. Its real simple Oz, the less RW static in the room, the less the shit will be able to stick. But that’s not all. Once you’ve sprayed the “Anti-Fas” you’re going to have to apply a little “Native Intelligence”. That’s what this cream is for. I showed Oz the tube. You rub it into your hands and it strengthens your grip and the resolve to get that shit moving. It’s made by a greek bloke called Diogenes, apparently been doing good work for yonks.
But the most important product is this acid. Once you’ve sprayed the “Anti-Fas, applied the “Native Intelligence”, you’re set to put the acid on the shit. But you’ve got to be real careful Oz. Sometimes when you put the acid on the shits they’ll gang together, creating a whole load of shit in one place that’s real hard to get rid of, but if you keep dripping the acid on those shits I reckon by about March at the earliest, but maybe not until May, your shit problem may well have disappeared.
Ya think so Waz? I dunno how long I can stand it. Gee I hope you’re right.
I gave him my bag full of anti-fouling products and off he went happy as a pig in sh…., no that’s not right, perhaps he was off like a chicken into hot po…., no that’s not right either. Well he left anyway; perhaps not convinced that my antifouling tutorial would do the job, but I could see him rubbing in a bit of the “Native Intelligence” as he walked across the carpark.
“Bugger! I forgot to give him the tin of “Good Will”. Ah well, no matter. Oz is a good bloke, filled up to pussy’s bow with good will. He’ll move that shit. In fact I’m thinking of a working bee round at his place. I reckon if we all pull together that shit’s got no-where to go but out on its stinking ear.
Won’t that feel good?