Well, I was going to start today's posting with chat about the Isle of Wight working holiday trip that myself and Lord Simon embarked on Friday. And I will later, if only because he very kindly span all his photos onto CD for me yesterday afternoon.
Harever....
After months of us joking about another promotion for my recently-former line manager, she's actually got another one. This time to deputy. Which means that when our new glorious leader is away, she'll be in charge. I'm stunned at the speed she's climbed the ladder. Frankly, if I were in her shoes, I wouldn't be in her shoes at all. I'd have given them back and asked for a size that fits me, and then held back from the admin duties aplenty until absolutely necessary.
But that's just me.
From my position to deputy top-dog in the space of six years! Feck... The e-mail only came round this morning (when I was still in Aggy enjoying a leisurely morning before a lift from Lucie), so the various "reaction" conversations are still being had. I'm reeling a little, but it's not completely unexpected. Our new glorious leads takes over today, so he's left a power vacuum which needed to be filled. I'd just like to know what the power structure is. They obviously do, but our old "organogram" </careful now> needs updating by an almost comedy amount...
Hmmm....
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