- Time Spent on the recruitment process
- Recruitment advertising and external placement consultant fees
- Salary payments (yes, even if your new employee isn’t a great fit, you still have to pay them for their time)
- Education and training for a new employee
- Costs to rehire
Monday, June 24, 2019
The Cost of a Bad Hire
Sunday, June 9, 2019
Happiness - State of Mind
Beautiful message explaining how Happiness is a State of Mind. All of us should try to develop such attitude.
A man of 92 years, short, very well-presented, who takes great care in his appearance, is moving into an old people's home today.
After waiting several hours in the retirement home lobby, he gently smiles as he is told that his room is ready.
His wife of 80 has recently died, and he is obliged to leave his home.
As he slowly walks to the elevator, using his cane, I describe his small room to him, including the sheet hung at the window which serves as a curtain.
"I like it very much", he says, with the enthusiasm of an 8 year old boy who has just been given a new puppy.
" You haven't even seen the room yet, hang on a moment, we are almost there. "
" That has nothing to do with it ", he replies.
" It is already decided in my mind that I like my room. It is a decision I take every morning when I wake up. "
" Happiness is something I choose in advance. Whether or not I like the room does not depend on the furniture, or the decor rather it depends on how I decide to see it. "
"I can choose. I can spend my day in bed enumerating all the difficulties that I have with the parts of my body that no longer work very well, or I can get up and give thanks to heaven for those parts that are still in working order. "
"Every day is a gift, and as long as I can open my eyes, I will focus on the new day, and all the happy memories that I have built up during my life. "
"Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw in later life what you have deposited along the way. "
So, my advice to you is to deposit all the happiness you can in your bank account of memories.
Thank you for your part in filling my account with happy memories, which I am still continuing to fill.
Every day is a Bonus.
Source: #whatsappwonder
Mental World
After a morning walk, a group of doctors was standing at a road-side restaurant enjoying a cup of tea.
Then they saw a man limping towards them.
• One doctor said he has Arthritis in his Left Knee.
• The second said he has Plantar Faciitis
• The third said, just an Ankle Sprain.
• The fourth said, see that man cannot lift his knee, he looks to have Lower Motor Neurons.
• But to me he seems a Hemiplegia Scissors Gait, said the fifth.
Before the sixth could proclaim his diagnosis... the man reached the group and asked,
*"Is there a cobbler nearby who can repair my slipper?"*
Debrief:
We are all confined not only to the planet on which we live, but, metaphorically speaking, we reside within our own mental worlds. It is difficult to comprehend ideas and circumstances we are not accustomed to hearing and seeing within the invisible parameters that surround our lives.
Thus, one of the causes of our differing perceptions of truth is that we all start from our own set of assumptions.
Friday, June 7, 2019
CUP OF TEA - A Touching Story
"No tea boys, bad luck", said the Major. But he suggested all take some rest there as they have been walking for 3 hours.
He took out Rs1000/- note from his wallet, placed it on the counter, pressed under sugar container so that the owner can see.
Sunday, June 2, 2019
*You Made A Difference*
This story always reminds me... of the importance of going an extra mile for others...
*You Made A Difference*
There is a story of an elementary teacher. Her name was Mrs. Thompson. And as she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy.
Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn’t play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X’s and then putting a big “F” at the top of his papers.
At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child’s past records and she put Teddy’s off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.
Teddy’s first grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good
manners…he is a joy to be around.”
His second grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is an excellent student,
well-liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle.”
His third grade teacher wrote, “His mother’s death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn’t show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren’t taken.”
Teddy’s fourth grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is withdrawn and doesn’t show much interest in school. He doesn’t have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class.”
By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy’s. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag.
Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. She stifled the children’s laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.
Teddy stayed after school that day just long enough to say, “Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to.” After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children.
Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children same, Teddy became one of her “teacher’s pets.” A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.
Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, second in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he’d stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life.
Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor’s degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer. The letter was signed,
Theodore F. Stollard, M.D.
The story doesn’t end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he’d met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom.
Of course, Mrs. Thompson, did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.
They hugged each other, and Teddy whispered in Mrs. Thompson’s ear, “Thank you, Mrs. Thompson, for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference.” Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, “Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn’t know how to teach until I met you.”
*Debrief*
As a teacher – you have the power to change the future of many kids. But with power comes responsibility. Real teaching begins, once you start going beyond the results of the students. Many times, child needs emotional support more than academic support. As a teacher, you should learn to identify and support that.
*Story source*
From the website – llerrah.com