Insipid unhappiness

Just when I think I may know what is going on in the world of Filling Station Sub-Division Management I get sideswiped by a missive from Head Office.  They’ve always been up-there-with-the-best-of-them when it comes to instigating new policies for the sake of it or changing things around just to justify their own existences, but this seems particularly painful and pointless.

I won’t go into details, but I have to go to three different meetings in three different locations in three different counties next month.  There’ll be some kind of presentation, some kind of blue-sky box-splitting thought-sharing and, most importantly for Those Above Me, some kind of catering. If they put all the Man Hours and Money that gets wasted on these bloody things into a pot and focussed it instead on wages or things to improve staff morale, they might find themselves getting a more enthusiastic response.

RC 16-1-20