What started yesterday as a pointless exercise in
top-tier over-management descended today into farcical ineptitude. I hope that makes sense because my mind has
been numbed beyond the point of coherent thought. Basically, seven of us made
our way to a small town in Lincolnshire, only to reach a store where the
manager wasn’t expecting us.
What an unbelievable, and yet almost expected,
snafu. We had to hang around for a couple of hours while someone in Head Office
contacted someone else in Head Office, and between them they decided we should
probably not hang around. Brilliant.
We made the best of the situation by all going out
for a huge lunch, which will of course be charged to our company. Turns out we’re
all very similar and we got on really well. In fact, I’d go so far as to say
that our improvised interaction in the eatery (a nice countryside pub called
‘The Hearted Lion’) has probably saved the week from being a complete waste of
time. Anyway, we’ll find out for sure tomorrow, when our last Forced Day Of Corporate
Wandering takes us to the northernmost point in Essex, where apparently the filling
station manager is some kind of marketing genius who has revolutionised profit
margins and is the current flavour-of-the-month with Head Office. Be nice to
meet him, I suppose, he’ll probably be running the company by Christmas.
RC 13-2-20
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