The great motivator
Our CEO was a formidable woman. Strident and confident and utterly, utterly inept.

She led us from one crisis to another, always certain in her actions and never changing course until we were royally fucked. And then leading us off on another ill thought out campaign until we were Royallyer Fuckeder. We were a company on the brink when she had her finest hour. She gathered us all together, all 650+ employees, in a big hall she'd booked at extravagent expense in a fine London Hotel. She talked at us for an hour, a stirring, motivating and totally incomprehensible call to arms. Watching her in full, ranting, manic flow was captivating. Which was unfortunate for her really, because it meant that every single one of us was listening intently when she reached her rousing finish and proclaimed, proudly 'Yes, I have made mistakes, Yes, I have misjudged, but I promise you this her and I promise you this now, I may have led us to the edge of this cliff, but I will lead us on now when we take a three hundred and sixty degree turn and thaat first brave step forward...'.

At which point she was drowned out by burst of noise caused by 650 odd people simultaneously not managing to stifle their laughter.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Fri 4 Mar 2011, 14:20, 1 reply)

Beautiful
How did she react?
Reminds me of something John Major said, way back when John Redwood challenged him for leadership of the party:
"Sometimes, when your back's against the wall, you've got to turn around and start fighting."
(leviticus no longer likes the cut of your gib on, Fri 4 Mar 2011, 14:30, closed)