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Friday, January 29, 2010

It's the end of day two and the Saxons are having a party

It's Salome's last day today. She'll be doubly missed: she's loud and raucous with a filthy sense of humour; and we're not allowed to fill any new vacancies until April, which is pretty much our usual state of affairs even when the council's swimming in money. Posy and Lola are bracing themselves for a sudden increase in workload, which is inescapable given all the programmes and projects being imposed on us from on high, on top of business as usual. There are going to be some seriously sore heads at the work place tomorrow.

T.Aldous' "end of the month" retirement turns out to be "retires at the end of next week." This should prove interesting as none of us are convinced that he realises he's actually going.


The Topiary Cow said...

It may be, as was the case of one former Director of Cow's, that they will have to ban him from the workplace because he will keep coming in anyway even though he's quit.

Pretty funny, that.

Gadjo Dilo said...

Can't you get Salome to dance for the Helminthdale's friendly neighbourhood serial killer, then to say "Bring me the head of T.Aldous!"?

(Has Topiary Cow stopped mooing? I feel rather empty for some reason.)

Macy said...

At least Salome's leaving do should be a good one!

Madame DeFarge said...

so you'll have your head in your hands to play with now she's gone? I can hardly wait for the momentous moment next week.

Pat said...

I wonder if les girls are as exotic as their names?

Kevin Musgrove said...

Ms Cow: we all wanted that outcome for the office sweepstake so it's been scratched from the list.

Gadjo: I don't know which is the scarier thought!

Macy: it was. I'm told that all the cameras have been confiscated.

Madame DeF: if it happens...

Pat: even more so. Especially with their teeth in.