Om Skovde, jag taga liv!
Sep. 13th, 2009 01:01 pmGreetings from Skovde!
Our company has spent two days on a golfing farm, doing "team-building". This consisted of taking the Myers-Briggs test, doing group exercises like building a bridge with scraps of paper, and committing self-criticism in front of the colleagues. We did nothing much except sit still -- and got thouroughly exhausted from it. When I came home on Friday evening I fell asleep on the sofa and then went to bed at 2100hr, and slept for almost twelve hours. Sheesh!
But the estate was very pretty, and the food absolutely delicious. We had a lot of fun, between exercises.
Celebrity sighting: Loa Falkman. He came golfing along in very ugly chequered golf pants. Hah!
(Rubriken kommer från en historia som min farmors syster berättade. Det var en fransyska som var gift med en svensk militär. De flyttade runt mellan regementena och nu var det dags igen, fransyskan visste inte vart men sa mycket bestämt: "Om Skovde, jag taga liv!")
Our company has spent two days on a golfing farm, doing "team-building". This consisted of taking the Myers-Briggs test, doing group exercises like building a bridge with scraps of paper, and committing self-criticism in front of the colleagues. We did nothing much except sit still -- and got thouroughly exhausted from it. When I came home on Friday evening I fell asleep on the sofa and then went to bed at 2100hr, and slept for almost twelve hours. Sheesh!
But the estate was very pretty, and the food absolutely delicious. We had a lot of fun, between exercises.
Celebrity sighting: Loa Falkman. He came golfing along in very ugly chequered golf pants. Hah!
(Rubriken kommer från en historia som min farmors syster berättade. Det var en fransyska som var gift med en svensk militär. De flyttade runt mellan regementena och nu var det dags igen, fransyskan visste inte vart men sa mycket bestämt: "Om Skovde, jag taga liv!")