The Day of the Glorious Revolution.

Yesterday was the most wonderful working day that we’ve had in a long long time. Why was it so wonderful you might ask? Well let me tell you. In the first place our manager is away on vacation and as such is no longer fascinated with the details and minutia of or working day. The sun is a little brighter, the birds are singing more sweetly, and the level of stress has decreased exponentially while morale is vastly improved. We know that it can’t last long, but like soldiers in the Great War on Christmas Day 1914, we are enjoying the lull in the shelling.

Our second motivational uplift came from our manager’s manager. A reasonable man who rides motorcycles at unreasonable speeds. He knows the value of a happy motivated employee so he authorized a lunch for the whole department (including the contractors). We went to a nice steakhouse and risked contracting variant Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease, on a bed of portebello mushrooms with a nice pepper sauce. Sure it was completely mercenary, but sometimes mercenary works.

The third and final reason for our elation stems from the delivery of the annual employee “Quality of Life” survey where we report on how we like the company, how we feel about our work, and what our relationship to our immediate manager is. Well flush with our new found vigour and filled with fine steaks, we all sat down and filled in the survey en mass. It was a slaughter. A shot fired across the bow of the continued incompetence we suffer under daily. We gave our unloved leader the worst rating the survey would allow for and complained in the free form comments that it was unfair that the scale went no lower.

Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of revolution!