[LJ2ME] Run, Forest, Run
The hospital's proximity to the reservoir meant an unrivaled accessibility to the tracts of green. So it was that a walk-a-jog with the CEO was organised this afternoon.
While not quite as draconian and despotic for compulsory attendance, still there was an unspoken "show face" rule that one almost felt obliged if not coerced to show up.
With the CEO taking the lead, the executive team members had to throw their support behind him. With the directors leading by example, the managers couldn't stay away, and so it was that this chain of command worked its way down the ladder that a fairly representative sprinkling of staff members across departments and positions were fielded.
It was a motley crew of staff members of all shapes and sizes that assembled at the car park before we made our way over. You could tell that some were prepared for every contingency with umbrellas propped, visors peaked and fans primed.
Picture the scene if you will. So there you have tertiary students on the water, going through the motions of their canoeing lessons. On land, a busload of Gurkhas dislodged and were warming up for their run. Both groups in the prime of their lives with the priceless value of youth. I don't have to paint for you the smirks and snarls when our freak show cum parade passed them by.
To be fair, it a was a commendable effort by one and all that we made it back without incident. At the end point, CEO greeted and congratulated those who came in his wake, and invited us to enjoy the reward of water and fruit for refreshment.
I demurred with a polite smile. The Gurkhas were back from their training. I was already rewarding myself by taking in the sight of miles of bare skin in the skimpiest of outfits. Toned, tanned and taut bodies with the rosy afterglow of exercise. Now if only I knew how to speak Nepali...
While not quite as draconian and despotic for compulsory attendance, still there was an unspoken "show face" rule that one almost felt obliged if not coerced to show up.
With the CEO taking the lead, the executive team members had to throw their support behind him. With the directors leading by example, the managers couldn't stay away, and so it was that this chain of command worked its way down the ladder that a fairly representative sprinkling of staff members across departments and positions were fielded.
It was a motley crew of staff members of all shapes and sizes that assembled at the car park before we made our way over. You could tell that some were prepared for every contingency with umbrellas propped, visors peaked and fans primed.
Picture the scene if you will. So there you have tertiary students on the water, going through the motions of their canoeing lessons. On land, a busload of Gurkhas dislodged and were warming up for their run. Both groups in the prime of their lives with the priceless value of youth. I don't have to paint for you the smirks and snarls when our freak show cum parade passed them by.
To be fair, it a was a commendable effort by one and all that we made it back without incident. At the end point, CEO greeted and congratulated those who came in his wake, and invited us to enjoy the reward of water and fruit for refreshment.
I demurred with a polite smile. The Gurkhas were back from their training. I was already rewarding myself by taking in the sight of miles of bare skin in the skimpiest of outfits. Toned, tanned and taut bodies with the rosy afterglow of exercise. Now if only I knew how to speak Nepali...