Our Saturday morning was greeted not by a blackbird, but
rather by a 30 page case study for our Managing for Results[1]
exam.
As my inner reading assistant whizzed through the text and
tables, my visual assistant was making mental cross references with frameworks
and mental maps.
My most reliable assistant – the horn-rimmed spectacled librarian
– went to work looking for the references I had stored in my dusty chambers, or
commonly referred to as my grey matter.
Thankfully all my assistants were in attendance and
delivered on their job descriptions. There was a clamour as they all fought for
my attention, but I managed to stay calm and threaded a semblance of meaning
using my rather slow and irascible writing assistant – my right hand.
Corporate Finance on Sunday was an entirely different matter.
You can’t find a good assistant nowadays – especially on a Sunday.
The librarian was on a tea break for most of the morning.
The reading assistant – from the feedback I was receiving
from Mr Synapse was that he was recovering from “a large night out” – was how
he put it.
A mathematical assistant, although summoned, failed to
pitch.
And my writing assistant – well this was the worst part –
decided to go on a wild-cat strike.
As soon as GIBS allows the iPhone 4S into exams with its
digital assistant SIRI[2],
I am going to fire all my analogous assistants.
