The Dinger Show

You may have heard of Schrodinger and his pussy.  It wasn’t an actual cat of course but an imaginary one because potentially bad things are only allowed to happen to theoretical felines.  Schrodinger attempted to simplify the notion of a belief in something being in both one state and another by postulating that if you trapped a cat in a box containing a radioactive poison and then didn’t open it, at one point the cat would die.  But at any point up to then, because it is as yet unobserved, it may or may not have been an ex-cat and therefore must be considered during this period both dead and alive.

Schrodinger clearly didn’t use a dog because the actual time of canine demise would be marked by a sudden but obvious silence from all the previous barking and this would give the game away.  But Schrodinger assumes the cat wouldn’t meow.

Perhaps it should’ve been Scrodinger’s tortoise all along.

White cat on kerb
“Mrs Schrodinger, have you let that cat out again?”

Schrodinger did all this to help partly explain quantum mathematics.   Which is clearly unnecessary as we are obviously all familiar with those theories.   And partly because he fantasised about tabby torture.

But apart from explaining complex molecule movement we could apply his findings to business.  I suggest that any powerful business person, or engineer, or specialist may have a bit of Schrodinger about them.

When in such a position you are trusted, respected, admired.  And you have probably earned this air of actual belief.  Either through training, study or experience.  And it is easy to embrace these feelings.  However, if you have ever been in this position you will know that in truth the powerful often also have feelings of being a bit, shall we say incompetent.  A bit fraudulent even.

So are all Managers Schrodingers?  Discuss.

Schrödinger’s theorem states there only two possible outcomes.  So in conclusion you either understand what I’m saying or you don’t.

Or maybe both.  Or any combination in between.

Communist Capitalists

It has been widely reported today that by lunchtime [Wednesday 4 Jan] the average CEO had earned as much as an average yearly UK salary.

It is less reported that I will have earned as much as the average salary by August 12th.  Next year

So, how do I feel about this?  The CEO stat, not my situation.

This feeds partly into concerns over globalisation and the inequality of wealth that this supposedly fuels.  On this matter I am vehemently opposed but perhaps without the vehemence bit.

Generally, I think we should be happy with globalisation and all the benefits it brings our first world lifestyle but we should also be concerned about inequality of pay.  The sheer difference between the highest earners and me.

Maybe what we desire is to have communist companies in our capitalist world.

And on the matter of CEO remuneration I don’t think this is a problem.  They have probably worked hard and maybe risked all to be in their enviable position.  But they could have waited until Christmas dinner had been fully digested before earning what we do in the whole of our year.

Tempus Fudgedit

Whoa!  What happened there?  Just as I was tucking into the breakfast of 2015 it’s all of a sudden way past the midnight snacks of 2016 and 2017 has begun.  Did I miss anything important?

I do hope that Britain hasn’t voted for something daft, that America has elected a calming President, my Volkswagon will pass it’s MoT and no one I knew died.

But it’s no good dwelling on the past. We’ve got some right here and now to attend to.  So, let’s check up on how I did with my 2015 promises.  Well, in a word – bloggerall.

And for 2016.  Err.. Can I pass on that one?

So I better let bygones be neverwasses and concentrate on my plans for 2017.

I have broken out a new WordPress theme and looked at ways of expanding my site to a faux website with all my previous content stuffed into various pages and lists on drop down menus. However, this would be unyieldly and I can’t work out how to use tags within the pages to aide category searching.  So I have to resort to the olde worlde method of individual posts.

So the plan is… No, I’m not going down that route. You know what happens if I do that.

“I may be back.  Possibly.” To misquote a terminator.