<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18086376</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:52:58.187+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Killed the Sparq</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparqs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18086376/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparqs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cyberFranck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09789714216221603074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='2' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iByGRzHR5rg/SLUfLO23gcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2zkVsweYYrA/s1600-R/inspir1b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18086376.post-112982332887047059</id><published>2005-10-20T16:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T22:00:55.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Some people see things that are and ask, Why? Some people dream of things that never were and ask, Why not? Some people have to go to work and don't have time for all that ..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quoteworld.org/author.php?thetext=George+%28Denis%29+Carlin+%28b.+1937%29" thetext="George+%28Denis%29+Carlin+%28b.+1937%29"&gt;G Carlin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is getting very dark outside and William Davis is sitting at his large dark oak desk reading the consultants’ report on the &lt;a href="http://www.findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_m0FQP/is_4450_128/ai_56064286#continue"&gt;synergies &lt;/a&gt;which would be gained as a result of a &lt;a href="http://www.findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_m0FQP/is_4450_128/ai_56064286#continue"&gt;merger &lt;/a&gt;between the company he was CEO of and their fiercest competitor. In fact William is finding it very hard to concentrate on the report in-front of him. His head is awash with thoughts about options and challenges he faces. Softly he whispers to himself "I’m sure I’ve read this paragraph on debt restructuring before." which he has. and then unexpectedly, "It’s dead.", dejectedly dropping his head into his hands and rubbing his eyes with his palms. "Murdered. Somehow...." his voice trails off. now lost in unhappy thoughts ‘I’m in big trouble now I promised them that there would be a result, a big result a result to show that we could take on the global challenge of low price labour and win. But our most promising opportunity is dead, stone dead. Dead. Dead like a parrot.’ he thinks, allowing himself a wry smile. Then loudly reproaching himself he adds, "I should never have got so carried away , I mean everyone in the sector is struggling with innovation why did I have to promise double digit growth through sustainable growth, through innovation." He really is at his wits end. he’s done everything he can think of and a lot more besides he recalls. He’s set innovation as a key KPI linked to bonuses, he’s hired the best consultants McKlaskeys who claim to be able to make innovation happen, well they’d better for what they charge a day! He’d appointed a Head of Innovation. He pauses suddenly pleased with himself that he has covered everything and then reflects, ‘What a shame the guy leading their best innovation opportunity has just quit.’ Will. broods darkly. He’d never liked Robin. ‘Shifty, never straight. always smug, some sort of joke no one else ever got. Wouldn’t stick to the processes. I mean how could you trust a guy like that? You never knew where you were with him, always coming up with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18086376-112982332887047059?l=sparqs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparqs.blogspot.com/feeds/112982332887047059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18086376&amp;postID=112982332887047059&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18086376/posts/default/112982332887047059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18086376/posts/default/112982332887047059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparqs.blogspot.com/2005/10/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>cyberFranck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09789714216221603074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='2' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iByGRzHR5rg/SLUfLO23gcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2zkVsweYYrA/s1600-R/inspir1b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
