They couldn’t put Humpty together again.
But all that really tells us is that they weren’t
agile, they hadn’t correctly assigned tasks
in the latest sprint. There hadn’t been a cohesive
strategy. They weren’t using the full might
of the scrum; weren’t in the right dialogue
with the right people – hadn’t maximised their
potential, nor had anywhere near enough meetings
to plan for the right outlook. This was no team
effort despite including all the horses and indeed
all the men.
Where were the women? Making sandwiches in
the kitchen? Egg sandwiches? A bit on the nose!
All these men riding on all these horses, how was
that ever going to provide the desired outcome?
You can’t pick up the little bits of shell that stick
to the grit of the dusty paths they had back then, when
you’re high on the horse and all armoured up too.
Of course this needed – and deserved – a lot more
plan and dare I say it a lot less battle. Because
when you’re sharing screens nothing seems all that
exciting locked in the Teams – but it’s better than
being forever mocked in rhyme for all rushing ahead
as if time was the only issue.
What they needed was a proper system. And to get
the lady-power out from the oppression of the kitchen.