One of the events I was at this week was in London. Just a three hour session, 30 or so people in Covent Garden with our excellent Iceberg activity. It was the size of group that meant one person could handle it all (I was scheduled), with all the equipment fitting neatly into one large suitcase. Wheels are a wonderful invention. This meant that I could take a train rather than be forced to drive in order to be able to carry the equipment. A much better option for central London – or so I thought…
The outward journey. I was booked on the 09:29 from my local mainline station, which actually turned out to be the 09:37. I’ve been on more delayed trains, but rarely more crowded ones. It seemed that this one was delayed in order to add another train’s complement of passengers somewhere up the line because it was feeling poorly and unable to cope with the demands of the day. In turn, this meant that the catering side of the combined train was unable to cope also, running out of many drinks before I joined. Why the orange juice couldn’t have transferred at the same time as a few hundred people, I don’t know. Anyway, these things happen. Seats were at a premium with many having to stand for about 15 minutes while the staff found where seats were available. I think everyone got a seat eventually. Mine was pre-booked, but I never got near it. I was lucky in getting a seat in the carriage in which I was booked and close to where I could see the aforementioned suitcase. The train got in just a few minutes late, no big deal but nothing for the operator to be proud about either.
Waiting for the return train, London. One happy but hot and sweaty event facilitator after a successful event. 40 minutes to the scheduled departure time, neither first class lounge open. Only a small thing, I know, but I was looking forward to the relative calm of the lounge after a excellent, boisterous session and a fast clear up. A chance for them to win back the brownie points lost on the way down spurned.
The return journey. The departure was bang on time and my seat was not already occupied. Drinks were unrestricted and all available – they even had Orange Juice this time. Things were looking up and some of the brownie points were making their way back. After a while, the Train Manager announced our imminent arrival at our first stop and we duly stopped there on schedule. Several people got off, one or two got on. So far, so smooth. A little while later we stopped at the station before our second stop. No one got off, no one got on, but then we hadn’t been scheduled to stop there. I assumed that the lights were against us there. Maybe not. A few miles up the track and the Train Manager announced our imminent arrival at our second scheduled stop. I heard it. Those wishing to depart there heard it, stood up, put on their jackets etc., picked up their bags and made their way to the doors at either end of the carriage. As far as I can tell, the only person who didn’t hear it was the train driver. We sailed right by. Someone must have then mentioned to the driver his or her mistake because we slowed to a halt the odd mile or two the other side of the station. A minute or two later, the Train Manager made an announcement to the rest of the train but for some reason not to our carriage. A minute after that, someone else relayed the message to us. Apparently, the driver was talking with the Station Manager. Several announcements (none of which were properly heard in our carriage and none of which were this time relayed to us) and some 10 minutes went by and then the train reversed into the station. Another 10 minutes went by with nothing happening and finally we resumed our journey, now 20 minutes late. I’ve been delayed by more so no big deal but nothing for the operator to be proud about either. Again.
So I got to thinking, if we ran our events in the same manner, what would one look like? Well, we’d turn up late to set up for the event, not really sure how many people would be there and with nowhere near enough equipment to make it run properly if there were as many people as the room could hold. We’d break early for refreshments and the venue wouldn’t be expecting us then, so we’d get everyone back in and just sit there for a while. Then we’d try again (late this time, obviously) and the venue would run out of drinks anyway and have nowhere for the participants to sit during the break. When it came to the equivalent of the journey home, the all-important debriefing session, we’d address all but one of the teams, who would never get to hear what we were saying, but, who knows, maybe they’d be able to work it out for themselves. And of course we’d miss at least one of the client’s 3 main objectives for the session, waiting until people were laughing at us and completely unreceptive to what we had to say before shamefacedly going back to see if we could cover the missing objective after all. Finally, we’d finish late.
Or not. Trains in this country may not have been a nationalised monopoly for many a year, but the reality is that each major line is still a monopoly. So if I go to London on the train, I don’t really have a choice who I go with. We know our clients do have a choice who they go with for their team building events, so even if we didn’t have a natural, in-built passion to please (and we do!) and a determination to get everything right every time, we’d simply have to find both anyway or our clients would actually be someone else’s clients. And we’re proud that they are ours.
Alan