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Going ahead with my penchant for adapting management principles in life outside the corporate world, my next source of inspiration are feedback forms. To the uninitiated, they are a medium for gauging and improving standards in any organization. Actually, it’s a questionnaire that one has to fill after attending each training session with child-like questions. After filling as many as I have, you run out of new and innovative adjectives to describe the dull and dreary set of questions.

Imagine their utility in relationships. A sample form might go like this :

Relationship evaluation form

Name of participant:
Type of relationship:
Length of relationship:

For those currently in a relationship:

  • What aspects of the relationship do you find most useful?
  • What aspects of the relationship are least helpful to you and why? (if any)
  • What were your objectives when beginning the relationship?
  • To what extent have they been fulfilled?
  • Suggestions/ideas for improvement

For those exiting a relationship:
  • What aspects of the relationship did you find most useful and why? (if any)
  • What aspects of the relationship are least helpful to you?
  • What were your expectations when beginning the relationship?
  • To what extent have you been disappointed?
  • How do you plan to operationalise the learning in the next six months?
  • Suggestions/ideas for improvement
* Feedback on this post is welcome !!

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  1. "to what extent have you been disappointed??".. they ask u this??..
    :)
    i've been disappointed 23.5%..

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