The Winds of Change

We have a new Quality Director coming up. He's here already, and he's definately showing signs of earning the title of Anarchist Prime. So far, he looks like he wants to ignore our current document format, which has been laid out and followed. He's got Darth Chaos and my Jedi Master saying 'he can't do that!' Still, this is a changeover period.

Things promise to be interesting. We've got our OOS procedure in review, and I already know he wants to change it - I intend to advise our new QC manager, Magicke, to sit on the procedure for a while until Darth Chaos has left (she's just gained her managership, and documents need to be changed to reflect that.).

The main struggle, I think, will be in persuading Anarchist Prime to slow down long enough to actually finish what he's started, and implement the changes he's making. Because, if he doesn't, the changes and new procedures will be largely ignored. I don't think he's figured that out yet. Hopefully, my Jedi Master and I will be able to manage it.

One of those mornings

I've had a delightful start to the day. First of all, there are still rats in my roof cavity, and I can't seem to get my hands on anything deadlier than rat traps (which I can't apply) or rat bait (which the rotters don't seem to be interested in eating). Then, I start out for work, and my mp3 player (an iRiver) kept crashing. Finally, I get to work (having settled on listening to the radio, which my mp3 player seemed to be able to handle), and discover that there is no milk in the place that isn't off. This, of course, is *after* I pour some onto my cereal.

So, I started out the working day by eating the kahlua muffin I'd brought for morning tea, a piece of fruit, and a packet of chips, for breakfast. Then I discover that the one pest control company I managed to call before my phone ran out of juice couldn't come and do anything for me until mid February, leaving me falling back on my own rather limited ingenuity in the rat-killing stakes. I'd been thinking of gas-bombs...

At any rate, I did manage to solve a couple of problems. The mp3 player problem went away through the application of money - I've bought myself a Sony walkman, and have discovered, to my delight, that it uses Windows Media Player, which means that I am currently charging the thing up, and have copied several albums onto it already. I'd read a review saying that it was the pick of the bunch, and I'm beginning to think that the reviewer was right. The iRiver was much trickier to deal with. The downside of the Walkman is that I can only charge it through my computer.

I also collared the Office Gossip as he was passing for a quick chat. I showed him the vermin wire I bought, and drew him a little picture of where the rat hole is. He told me that I could just shove the wire through the hole and flatten it with a hammer. Which means that problem number #2 was solved - all I have to do now is push a tile back so that I can do something slightly more scientific with the rat poison. Hopefully, if they are confined to quarters they will eat the poison. Especially if I smear it with something they enjoy eating. Perhaps dog-food...

A lot has happened

Bloody hell. It turns out that The Hyperfit One in Sydney has resigned - his final day was last week. So has our Validations manager (for reasons unknown, at least to me, but I'll probably find out more later). What with the Empress of Production and Darth Chaos also leaving, we're having a pretty massive upper-levels management shift.

What is going to be funnier is that apparently Mr Big, who is still on holidays and is at the tennis, doesn't know about the Hyperfit One's leaving yet. To be honest, I do doubt that he doesn't know - surely he would have been contacted and informed.

It seems I am living in interesting times right now, god help me.