Meeting Mentality in Ireland, again

I have nother better to do…
No really.

All that prep work and research I did.
All those documents I put together and printed.
Just for the meeting that you requested.

Go right ahead and cancel it 30 minutes before its supposed to start.
With no reason.

Thats fine

For those who can’t recognise it, I used somethere there called Sarcasm.


Meeting Mentality in Ireland

In Ireland, nothing starts on time. Infact, some things just don’t happen at all.
Like busses, which are never where they’re supposed to be.

People in Ireland have this mentality of “It’ll happen when I want it to happen”.
Meetings… Never happen the first time, or second time around. You have to schedule it, email them, book the room and organise the coffee. Then you wait for 10 minutes for them, then you have to go find them and remind them that they’re supposed to be in a meeting.

I presented my first training session today.
I was giving training on a new, and rather important piece of software (which I wrote)

I booked out the Boardroom, did the usual Powerpoint presentation, and had it all planned out.
Using my Outlook Skills, I sent a meeting invitation to a list of people who will need to interact with the software in some manner, around 30 in total.

12 people accepted the meeting invitation. 5 declined it.
Of the 5 that declined it, 2 told me they were otherwise busy, the other 3 didn’t give a reason at all.
I contacted the 2, and gave them a quick little training session at their desks.

The training was supposed to be at 10am today.
At 10:10, one person arrived. A person who hadn’t actually responded to the meeting invitation.

By 10:30, I started training… To 1 person. (and a colleague, who felt sorry for me)

Its now 12:00, and so far only 1 person has come to be to appologise.
The rest have been told that the new software is live, and they’re expected to know how to use it because they’ve all been trained.

Feeding the Blame Mentality in Ireland should be discouraged, but its just too easy.

Now I know I’m not the only one

I’m glad to know I’m not the only one that hates those kids that insist on forcing their crap music on fellow commuters.

They think that everyone else on the bus/train wants to listen to whatever it is they’re listening to, but playing it through their cellphone speaker.

Really kids, your taste in music sucks, I know this, everyone knows this. Stop trying to prove it.

St Patricks – Part 3

As promised in Part 1 and Part 2, here is Part 3

Being that this was our first St Patrick’s day in Ireland, we decided to do the tourist thing and head down to Temple Bar for a pint. Were were just one block away from it anyway, so it was a short walk.

Clearly we weren’t the only ones to take this route, so things were pretty busy, and there were actually queues forming to get into the Pubs.

We managed to find a pub that had a seperate dining area, so we went in to have food.
There wasn’t an Irish accent in the place… not even the waitrons were irish.

We spent a good 2 hours there, having a drink and a lovely steak.
It was quite amuzing watching some of the tourists have their very first pint of Guinness, and the expressions on their faces as they got accustomed to the taste.

We left, and were immediately greeted by 4 of the largest Garda I’ve ever met. They were standing in the street outside glaring at the crowd. It was quite clear things were going downhill, so we decided to leave. We were followed by some sad looking man, who decided to throw a little tantrum. He threw his keys down the road, and then his cellphone (which narrowly missed us), and then proceeded to sulk while trying to avoid the gaze of the Garda.

After wandering around for a while, we realised there wasn’t really much to do if you were sober… And by the looks of it, we were the only ones.
So we headed back home, feeling rather disappointed.

I think we were just expecting more. Maybe we were expecting too much, and were disappointed when things didn’t meet our expectations, but we certainly didn’t expect every person on the streets to be completely trashed by 3pm.

(And then the massive fireworks display was cancelled due to bad weather. We were really looking forward to that, lets hope they go ahead with that some time soon)

St Patricks – Part 1

As I’m sure everyone knows, Saint Patrick’s Day was on Saturday, 17th March. For this reason, Monday the 19th was made an Irish Bank Holiday.
“Long weekend!”, I hear everyone scream.

Now there’s a few things you non-Irish people should know…
The Irish love long weekends (don’t we all) and the Irish love to drink. Now combine this with the St Patrick’s Day festivities… and you can just imagine the exciting events that follow.

Its my first St Patrick’s Day in Ireland, so, in my typical “tourist” mindset, I thought this was going to be good fun (now known as craic, pronounced “crack”).

We set out into town on the Saturday to go watch the parade. Now, I’ve never seen a parade before, so I didn’t really know what to expect.
There were people… lots of them. And some of them had brought their own step-ladders to be able to see over the crowds.
Due to all the bus services terminating on the South side of the Liffey, and the Parade starting on the North side, we just headed for the nearest point along the Parade route that we could get to. As it turned out, we weren’t the only ones that did this, so we started walking down the Parade route to find a nice spot where we could see the road.

Eventually, we found a nice spot, and “parked” ourselves as firmly as we could.

I couldn’t get too close to the barriers, as I couldn’t squeeze my (rather… bulky) self through the crowds, but my other half managed to fit in with the kids in the front,

As it turned out, we were about three quarters of the way along the route.
A word of advice to people who are thinking of participating in parades in future:
If you’re going to be “performing” in the parade, understand how long the route is.
If you’re going to get tired half way down the route, then don’t bother taking part, you’ll just spoil it for everyone. There’s nothing more depressing than a performer, all done up in make-up and a fancy outfit, strolling along amongst the other performers with a “couldn’t be arsed to smile” attitude. That really spoils things.

So thats the Parade over. The end of the parade being signaled by two shiny new street sweeper van thingys.

In Part 2, some pictures, and the part where things really start going downhill.