We're taking a bit of a breather while the world rearranges its underpants. Meanwhile, the other blog is here.

Friday, November 06, 2009

Oh. My. God.

It's Mary's last day at the farmstead and so far it's proving... no, I won't, I need to get a bit of perspective on this and the day is not yet over and may yet be capable of redemption.

The good news is that a lot of people have put in a lot of effort to give her a bit of a send-off and have personally wished her the best of luck, so she won't feel abandoned. And for all that she could be hard work to deal with as a manager she is a genuinely nice person so I'm sure people will keep in touch with her. And there's an evening leaving do for her in a couple of weeks' time. So that's all nice.

And even the bad news is the result of well-meaning utter wrong-headedness. Let's have sleeping dogs lie, eh?


Gadjo Dilo said...

Something positive, hurrah; and now she's gone, the years under Mary's guidance will in hindsight quickly take on the glow of a golden age, you mark my words.

Macy said...

Oh...no...this is reading like a trailer for the car crash of a finale.
Sleeping dogs can't be left to lie after this build up..

The Topiary Cow said...

Guessing one person will keep in touch---why on earth continue a relationship with somebody who is nice but hard to deal with?

Waiting for the results of the utter wrong-headedness.

Guessing "niceness" whether is being a genuinely nice person or having a nice evening do, cannot stand up to the steamroller of Helminthdale fate.

Madame DeFarge said...

I am on tenterhooks waiting to know what actually happened.