If you ever want to stop progress of anything or get an end result that in no way resembles the original intent of a goal, turn the whole thing over to a committee. I’ve spent many years as a Baptist and am quite confident that if Moses had been one, he would have appointed a committee and we would all still be in line to cross the Red Sea.
My financial controller has volunteered for a committee in our little commune. She never listens to me. As I understand it, the group is putting together a brunch. When I asked why, what kind, for what and so forth, I got a blank stare. She did tell me that I had to go and wear a tuxedo. I don’t own a tuxedo. When I retired, I promised myself that if I could not wear jeans, I didn’t need to be there. After almost 50 years of wearing suits and ties, I’ve had enough. To me, formal attire is now a pair of starched jeans and a western shirt. Boots are the only acceptable footwear.
Will I lose and have to wear a tux? If I do, it will be a Duck Dynasty tux.
PMO
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