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Wednesday, August 4th, 2004 08:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanI'm not sure why I feel the need to make the observation, but I do.
The world has gone insane.
Once again, just as there is no time to deal with it properly, I am getting cryptic requests from the Minister's Private Office for briefing he has largely already had. A request at 6.42 this evening including a request for sight of, and briefing for a non-existent report on a subject about which the Minister has already received inordinate amounts of briefing. The request further includes the gem: "...in paragraph 6 of your previous brief you refer to the 'new proposals.' What are these, could you outline them, please?...".
Well yes, those would be the proposals outlined in minute detail in paragraph 4 of the same document.
Briefing by 3pm Friday, please. Sorry about the short notice.
No they're fucking not.
And I'm in Birmingham on Friday on another fool's errand for the Department which is eating my weekend, too. Boss is out tomorrow, Boss's boss and Boss's boss's boss are all out of the office on holiday. As usual it falls to me with no support again.
And I'm the one who can't do his fucking job, if the appraisals are to be believed.
Happily I don't believe them, and neither, I think, does my new boss...
Nonetheless, the world has gone mad. It must be the heat.
The world has gone insane.
Once again, just as there is no time to deal with it properly, I am getting cryptic requests from the Minister's Private Office for briefing he has largely already had. A request at 6.42 this evening including a request for sight of, and briefing for a non-existent report on a subject about which the Minister has already received inordinate amounts of briefing. The request further includes the gem: "...in paragraph 6 of your previous brief you refer to the 'new proposals.' What are these, could you outline them, please?...".
Well yes, those would be the proposals outlined in minute detail in paragraph 4 of the same document.
Briefing by 3pm Friday, please. Sorry about the short notice.
No they're fucking not.
And I'm in Birmingham on Friday on another fool's errand for the Department which is eating my weekend, too. Boss is out tomorrow, Boss's boss and Boss's boss's boss are all out of the office on holiday. As usual it falls to me with no support again.
And I'm the one who can't do his fucking job, if the appraisals are to be believed.
Happily I don't believe them, and neither, I think, does my new boss...
Nonetheless, the world has gone mad. It must be the heat.