Sock It To Me

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

At work, it is sad. Lee-Ann told me this week that she will not be re-applying for her job. 

She seemed upbeat. Having made the decision, she feels better. 

I will miss her very much. She's a lovely presence around the office. 

The BA Team Leads are also up for elimination. All of them. As a consequence there have been tales that discipline has gone out of the window. Someone told me they saw them having shots in a meeting room last week. 

Their manager organised a meeting to ask how they were doing. To illustrate their mental health they all decided to make sock-puppets and would only answer him via their sock. 

I actually witnessed this in the office. The four of them talking in squeaky voices and miming along to a sock. They did it openly at their desks, cracking themselves up.

This is what happens when you keep people dangling around in uncertainty for weeks. They're planning a whisky night next.

If only we could go through restructures without restructuring anybody.

S.