I hate the one month’s notice period. It’s always awkward, and at the moment made more so by the fact that we have had four people resign in the space of a month, and in a staff of ten that’s like the co-pilot parachuting out of a A380 – the thing still flies and probably without incident - but that doesn’t stop people reacting just a tad.
The Governor here, has reacted also, primarily by wedging his index fingers as far as they will go into his auditory canal, closing his eyes like a dog with its head out the car window, and humming REM songs until the problem goes away. Or at least his version thereof – which is to go on a three day conference, his second in the two weeks since the resignations started flowing. If he had gone on more conferences earlier, perhaps the departure lounge might currently look more like Mildura Regional than Heathrow, because while he is a decent guy, F&^$!! he’s annoying to be around.
Thursday: Gym in the morning. Rollers tonight. Still chuggin’.
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