There was movement at the station.

Things are getting busy at work for me. At last. We've got a government audit next month, you see, and I was starting to get nightmare visions of half the company arriving on my doorstep with piles of documentation in their hands and pleading looks on their stressed-out faces. I, of course, would have responded to their pleas with a hysterical laugh and an unsympathetic comment about how they should have done this sooner.

So, I had a little chat with the Leprechaun and the Grand Visier this morning. The result of that little chat was that Production have taken their kick up the pants with good grace (of course, I did put it rather more diplomatically than that), and the nomination of Messrs Wang and King (no, not their real names) as the best people to take the job on. That's a weight off my shoulders (and on to my workload, but given that I've spent weeks writing fanfic for want of something better to do, I'm not complaining about that.).

Then, I had a quick chat with Mistress Mouth (well - I call it quick...), and it turned out that she was having the same sort of nightmares that I was having, given that Anarchist Prime is the only person to have got any documents signed off for months now (and three of those were policies.). She'd mentioned those particular woes to Anarchist Prime, too, so I was, in one stroke, able to reassure her that it's all in hand and ensure that I've got some management support into the bargain, if I need it.

Thank God.