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Good lord, everyone seems to have had their crazypants on this past week/fortnight, to the point where I haven't known whether I'm coming or going at work. It's been one of those times when I'm not just doing my job but also trying to do bits of other people's as well, since they're all running around too and otherwise stuff is getting missed.

In truth, I think the madness all started a couple of weeks ago when I made the mistake of thinking that a managerial briefing was a dialogue and dared to question the practicalities of something one of our senior managers was telling the rest of us to do. Our newly appointed Grand High Poobah is visiting next week and I'm surprised I haven't either been asked to be elsewhere or given a detailed briefing on What You Are Allowed To Say.

All this on top of the usual pressure to get everything done both well and quickly, despite the fact I am losing my one agency worker at the end of the month and this is making the other four workers very jumpy about how much extra work this will mean for them. Because, of course, I can get four people to do the same amount of work as five in the same timescales and without cutting corners in any way. Along with pulling flying monkeys out of my arse as I do so. ;)