A truly bizarre day. Early meeting determines the obvious - there is not room for everyone in the accomodation provided, and that the service faces a crisis in trying to operate from the depot. A skeleton staff is dispatched to another office to keep things going, whilst a manager and I keep plates spinning. After lunch, the largest delegation of suits I've seen in one place arrive - the Chief Executive (who is also acting as Director of Social Services), his tranche of lieutenants, our senior managers. They array themselves along one wall of a small, stuffy, noisy room and attempt to explain. The atmosphere is fraught, but generally people are just pleased that our plight has been acknowledged. Negotiations proceed and we obtain one more room, which just about eases the pressure. By the time the Corporate Property Officer arrives, incandescent with rage at a sign saying "do not demolish partition" everyone is too hysterical to care. Quote of today has to be the immaculately delivered "Listen sonny - I'm a logistics professional" - although it only squeaks past the downright odd "We will not implement anything which is not governance robust". One side effect of this whole episode is that I no longer know or even care what is happening in the wider world!
Lost::MikeGTN
I've had a home on the web for more years than I care to remember, and a few kind souls persuade me it's worth persisting with keeping it updated. This current incarnation of the site is centred around the blog posts which began back in 1999 as 'the daylog' and continued through my travels and tribulations during the following years.
I don't get out and about nearly as much these days, but I do try to record significant events and trips for posterity. You may also have arrived here by following the trail to my former music blog Songs Heard On Fast Trains. That content is preserved here too.
