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caddymanI shall have to remember this. If this is what happens when he goes on holiday for a week, what is going to happen when he goes for good?
My boss is enjoying himself in Norfolk. I, on the other hand am sitting at my desk wondering if I should place a few strategic sandbags, don kevlar and a tin hat. You see, in addition to the usual jollities that happen across my desk, moseying in with a malevolent nonchalance to upset my day, it seems that before he left, my boss primed a number of explosives and/or incendiaries, put them on a time delay and launched them in my direction.
This means that in addition to the ever-growing list of emails that I have flagged up for attention but not yet returned to, I have other difficult and urgent matters erupting from the ether to land with a happy and self-satisfied slap on my desk. They sit here smirking at me and derailing my attempts to get on with stuff that is becoming urgent simply through age.
In the meantime, someone in accounts is bandying my name around as the policy stop for anything that they do not know the answer to, whether or not it is anything to do with me.
I am beginning to think that the world really does revolve around me...
My boss is enjoying himself in Norfolk. I, on the other hand am sitting at my desk wondering if I should place a few strategic sandbags, don kevlar and a tin hat. You see, in addition to the usual jollities that happen across my desk, moseying in with a malevolent nonchalance to upset my day, it seems that before he left, my boss primed a number of explosives and/or incendiaries, put them on a time delay and launched them in my direction.
This means that in addition to the ever-growing list of emails that I have flagged up for attention but not yet returned to, I have other difficult and urgent matters erupting from the ether to land with a happy and self-satisfied slap on my desk. They sit here smirking at me and derailing my attempts to get on with stuff that is becoming urgent simply through age.
In the meantime, someone in accounts is bandying my name around as the policy stop for anything that they do not know the answer to, whether or not it is anything to do with me.
I am beginning to think that the world really does revolve around me...
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Date: 2008-03-03 02:24 pm (UTC)...so Crack on.
Returning fire to match or exceed the rate of incoming fire is the only proven way to gain supremacy in a fire fight.
Get out the 81 mil Motar tube and start returning fire.
Radio your position to someone up the COC and get them to order heavy artillary to take out 'Finance'. I think they probably deserve it.
That way you can then focus on the IEDs (Improvised Exasporating Dross - You were expecting Improvised Explosive Devices ?!) left for you by your boss.
GO!