Once again, I am a Red Cross reject. At least by now I know enough to ask them to
stick my finger first so they can reject me before we spend ten minutes on
the personal and embarassing questions. At least they gave me cookies. (Nutter
Butters! Yum!)
Don't worry, I haven't forgotten to write up the LOTR
meeting story. I'll do it as soon as I have sufficient time on the home computer
to write, which may well not be until the end of this week. But just to whet your
appetite: virtual kisses to the first person who can correctly explain why a
mythological hero's journey, a la Joseph Campbell, is *not* the best model for a
group trying to have measurable impact on work processes in a reasonable amount of
time. (Hint: think Odysseus. Think Moses in the desert.)