restructuring
I went back to work after my week off. Amazingly it was still there. Just about: on Tuesday we had to go up to London for a meeting about the restructure. It was held at the Royal Society of Anaesthetists. Were they going to pump gas into the room to make us amenable to their suggestions? ('You're all fired!' 'Thanks...that's just... fine...') No. There was no need for gas. Nobody is losing their jobs (apart from the people who are). There is a new job in the new structure that looks suspiciously similiar to the one I've got. I've read the job description and really it's more or less the same. Apart from the burlesque dancing. But I can handle that.
The main change is in the name. The new director doesn't like the word 'administrative', so there's been a few suggestions for alternatives, some involving the word 'procurement', which makes me sound like a pimp. I objected to this, and they told me to read the job description again. So I did and had to admit that, yeah, maybe the job has changed a bit more than I initially thought...
The main thing is, even if I have to re-apply, I should still get it. I am in what they call 'limited competition' with two and a half people who are also eligible. Two of these people don't exist - they are vacant posts. Even I shouldn't have too much trouble competing with a void. But there is still the mysterious half a person. They don't specify which half - head or legs. Obviously it would be useful to know so that I could tailor my CV to fit, stressing mobility or intellectualism as the circumstances decree. But what if they have been split down the middle? It's very challenging.
Despite my predictions to the contrary, America has a new black(ish) president. Naturally, I had assumed that the Democrats' fielding of a coloured candidate whose name sounds like Osama was part of a sinister conspiracy to get the Republicans in again. Apparently not. Honestly, if you can't have faith in the entrenched racism of the American people, what is there left to believe in? A black man in the White House? It's like something out of some science fiction tale set in the futuristic year of two thousand and, er, eight. Or it's like - oh God - 24. Still, rather than admit I was wrong and celebrate, I choose to sulk, and join Right Wing commentators such as Peter Hichens and Roy 'Chubby' Brown in predicting DOOM for America, which will now lurch from bad to worse and quite possibly sink into the sea. Ocean, whatever. I don't know anything anymore.
The main change is in the name. The new director doesn't like the word 'administrative', so there's been a few suggestions for alternatives, some involving the word 'procurement', which makes me sound like a pimp. I objected to this, and they told me to read the job description again. So I did and had to admit that, yeah, maybe the job has changed a bit more than I initially thought...
The main thing is, even if I have to re-apply, I should still get it. I am in what they call 'limited competition' with two and a half people who are also eligible. Two of these people don't exist - they are vacant posts. Even I shouldn't have too much trouble competing with a void. But there is still the mysterious half a person. They don't specify which half - head or legs. Obviously it would be useful to know so that I could tailor my CV to fit, stressing mobility or intellectualism as the circumstances decree. But what if they have been split down the middle? It's very challenging.
Despite my predictions to the contrary, America has a new black(ish) president. Naturally, I had assumed that the Democrats' fielding of a coloured candidate whose name sounds like Osama was part of a sinister conspiracy to get the Republicans in again. Apparently not. Honestly, if you can't have faith in the entrenched racism of the American people, what is there left to believe in? A black man in the White House? It's like something out of some science fiction tale set in the futuristic year of two thousand and, er, eight. Or it's like - oh God - 24. Still, rather than admit I was wrong and celebrate, I choose to sulk, and join Right Wing commentators such as Peter Hichens and Roy 'Chubby' Brown in predicting DOOM for America, which will now lurch from bad to worse and quite possibly sink into the sea. Ocean, whatever. I don't know anything anymore.
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