Wednesday, 5 August 2009

Al7amdolellah


I know this might be getting boring, but it is just for history, today in our PDNE planning work shop we were divided into teams, each team was supposed to do one projects, our team had little members couldn't be divided into subteams so that each would make one project, so we had to do two projects; supply management project and reward & punishment project. Without appreciating that fact that our team was doing two projects our facilitator was being so rigid, tough, demanding better time management, better planning, better everything. We weren't so understanding yet we were appreciating his efforts. Anyway, without much details, after our project presentation recieved the first complete plan, we one the first place among other 16 teams who actually did great job. I just needed to say that when you work among a team, you forget about yourself and about your pride and you find out that it is just a pool of ideas, some are good and some are bad, and only are the ideas that are criticized and not to be rejected, but to be improved and replaced by better ones. Frankly winning this thing was never due to a one man job, it was tawfee2 men 3and rabna and the best every one shared in this task. Just one last thing, for history, a head line, you would read hundred years later isA, where, in all the decent newspaper around the world:

"The american president honors the members of PDNE for reaching excellent levels of health care in the hospitals of america and other countries"

And of course as Egyptians, the scene can not end without a silly prank, each project is done by a boys team and girls team, so when our project was called for the first place, I and my friends stood up clapping, and of course two of our team mates kept hushing us it is the girls who one not you, god damn you for this idiotic prank lol.

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