March 12th 2008. After much negotiating, worry and stress I attend an informal interview. It isn't really supposed to be an interview at all, but in the spirit of healthy competition I am summoned for a 'chat'. I spot my rival leaving as I wait sweaty-palmed for the interrogation. She is young and pretty and while it would be nice to have more of that sort of thing in the office, I have to keep my eye on the prize. I meditate.
It is pretty awful, actually. I am interviewed by my two current bosses and one outsider. I have to pretend they are strangers, sell myself, be the best I can be. I stumble over basic things like Why do you want this job?, forget to mention important things like which software I use and instead I talk about Glastonbury and Bosnia and drunk hippies. It turns out that that is what swings things in my favour, working on large scale events, not going to pieces in a crisis, that sort of thing.
Long story short, it's bye bye timetables and hello exams.
I will have two minions to do my bidding, will be second in command - inasmuch as anyone has any command round here - and will obviously be taking with me all the other crap that I've always done that nobody else wants to do. I will be in charge of the exam timetable, exam boards and graduation.
My first point of order is to relabel all the folders that the current incumbent temp, dubbed Dangerous Dave, in order to distinguish him from me, Safe Dave. I have been trying to have this changed to no avail, perhaps I can be Dangerous Dave once the temp has gone and I've cleaned up his mess. Dangerous as in Bad as in Good.
My second job will be to clean up the damage he has caused in his brief tenancy of the job, recalling emails, fixing things. After that I have to keep the remaining recalcitrant fellow in check, who is so rude that my boss refuses to talk to him because he makes her so angry.
Hello Middle Management, it's draughty up here.
