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A Book, A Joke and The Pointless Activity of Whistleblowing

It’s National Whistle Blowing Day today. The act of whistle-blowing, I have discovered from my one personal experience of attempting to raise concerns about bullying, is a complete and utter pointless waste of time and adjectives. Its effectiveness relies on a company or business or whatever having an honest, caring and robust management and HR team. That they recognise there is a serious problem. And that they have the intelligence, honesty and compassion to do something about that problem. If they are lazy, dismissive, corrupt pathological liars then your valid concerns will find themselves swept under the proverbial carpet, rendered invisible and therefore not worth addressing.

Of course, you might have experienced more success in using a whistle blowing policy. Personally, I shan’t waste my precious time on it again. It’s not worth the bother, and actually, there are more effective and cunning ways to address malpractices.

Let’s move on, eh?

A joke! To lighten the mood. Ahem...

Two parrots sitting on a perch. One says, ‘Can you smell fish?’

I didn’t blog yesterday because I got caught up reading this...


Reading a whole novel in one day is always a sign of quality, I think. This is an excellent novel. It made me laugh, cry, think and hope that one day I shall write a novel of such quality. It is the best £2 I’ve spent on Amazon in a long while. I also read the author’s second novel...


...which again was a good read, highly recommended. And there is a third coming out in Autumn.

A quick thank you, whilst we are chatting novels, to the 15 people who downloaded a free copy of ‘Nearly King Jimbo.’ I appreciate your support and hope it made you laugh at least once.

Off now to do more of the writing today! I’m editing a novel I started writing a few years ago, and then parked up because it got stuck. It is now unstuck and I am optimistic it shall be completed before the leaves start falling from the trees.

Comments

LynneFtWorth said…
I am so glad to read that you are writing again. I have missed your posts as I have been too busy to read lately.

Deanna M
Denise said…
Hello Deanna! Lovely to know you are still reading the blog after all these years! Glad to hear, too, that you are busy. A busy life is a good life, that's what I think. Hugs to you across the ocean. XX

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