Speaking of Foucault's Pendulum, earlier I unthinkingly referred to the stationery cupboard as "The Gateway to Agarttha", which I found hilariously funny, especially since it's not actually a cupboard but a small cardboard box. Sadly my colleagues didn't find this appellation as entertaining as I did. I think they might be getting a bit fed up of me. Maybe planning a coup of some sort. I've always been (irrationally, I thought) worried that C* keeps an Uzi in his desk drawer. Maybe I'm about to find out.
* This initial has been made up
2 comments:
Absolutely right, Pashmina. I mean there have to be some perks to being the boss, don't there? Oi, minions! More iced tea over here! Chop chop!
But, after you've been delegating for a long time, people just go straight to the person you've been delegating stuff to, and then they become the boss. In all but name, of course.
It doesn't bother me, because a)I never wanted to be the boss in the first place b) they are much more efficient than me c)I have so many better things to do and d) what I said in (a.
I think iced tea comes under Servitude and Rank-Pulling, rather than Delegation, in my 'Bluff Your Way in Management' tome, both indispensible techniques. Just you wait. You'll be getting the minions to pick up your dry-cleaning and buy your mum's birthday present any day now.
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