To celebrate surviving another ridiculously busy December, we have decided to get our entire team fit. To this end we have bought a number of FitBit trackers. Along with automatic scales and food tracking software to keep track of every-bodies progress. Some of us have even joined a local gym, the MD (yours truly) being one of them.
I have to say that the fitibit Eco system is turning out to be quite impressive. The food tracking app makes it easy to monitor the calories your taking in. The nutritional information it lists makes it really easy to see what foods are best to eat at any particular time of the day. To be honest one of the biggest surprises has been just how nice some of the good foods are, after a December long diet of McDonald s your taste buds eventually become numb, and eating fresh fruit and vegetables seems to reawaken them.
The gym has even began to become a little easier. The first days visit left most of us unable to walk properly, much left lift anything, but now it has become quite invigorating, in fact getting up at 6 to hit the gym for 6.30 has meant that we are seeing earlier starts in the office and getting more done.
We are currently up in Northumberland dispensing soup on behalf of Go Smarter. A government funded initiative which encourages people to find sustainable ways to travel, that are greener, cheaper and healthier.
The first day on the job saw us braving high winds and even snow on various industrial estates around Cramlington.
The last soup cart job I was on, was down in a London borough for a local housing association. At the time we were dispensing various flavours of soup that had been specified by the client. Part way through the day an Asian woman walked up, pointing to the soup warmer and asked for that soup. I told her she didn’t want that one, to which she replied, “You listen to me stupid boy, I tell you which soup I want, you don’t tell me, and I want that one!”
The Customer IS Always Right
Working on the well known business dictum of the customer is always right, I obliged her with a big cup of soup. Perhaps 5 minutes later she came back with the soup 3 quarters gone and asked me what the bits in soup were. “Ham”, I replied sweetly. Her face flashed to an ashen colour, then went crimson and she started to scream at me for giving her soup with ham in it (I presume she was of the Islamic faith), after she had wore her voice out, I pointed out that I did try to tell her she didn’t want that particular flavour, but she had insisted!