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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In a job where time and motion had an impact that was nil, I was introduced to modern trends that mentioned soon I will, but I could buck the system if I chose, by opening up me ‘gob’ although it meant that very soon I wouldn’t have a job. It was a man of time and motion with a smooth and silver tongue, who delivered his impression on how workers should be stung, and then mentioned data figures that would see his work implode, when he waved a note to caution these techniques at our abode. This puzzled all us union folk who had listened to him sprout, and we whispered all amongst us what this buggers on about, then he mentioned of his married life and with a gentle notion, he said there’s times that can be duds within his time and motion. So with murmuring and whispers from us listeners in our chairs, we tried to fathom proper answers from this question as it flairs, and we pushed a proposition for an answer to his grave concern. That’s when our tutor curtly answered on a lesson we should learn. In a tone that had a scary trait with quite a warning he did say, he watched his wife at breakfast with her routine every day, and by working time and motion there were signs that un-fulfils, so he thought he’d help a little bringing home his working skills. He noted she made extra trips between a table and the stove From cupboards to the benches back to the fridge she’d often rove, carrying one single item, which time and motion couldn’t stand, therefore time that she was wasting sort of brought forth a demand. So one morning he was forthright with a plan to ease her plight, and he mentioned a suggestion on his way to make things right. Instead of going willy-nilly with her routine filled with waste, he placed a ban upon discretion and a plot to gain her haste. Instead of carting items one by one; he suggested two or more, then his conversation’s interrupted from a bloke upon the floor. “Did this save time with breakfast?” And it’s replied “No worries mate. It used to take her twenty minutes - now I cook it in eight!”
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