The Vole -- Paranoia Central
The missing CD's have turned up but where is a very closely guarded secret. All seemed well for a while until a mischievous IT person (prompted by yours truly) suggested they had been copied whilst "missing". Now paranoia has set in big time.
One effect of this wheeze, if that's what it was, is that most staff now know Ivory Towers is bugged. Staff now walk down the corridors then smile at something innocuous like an air-con grille and say in a loud voice something like I think xxxxxx is doing a wonderful job. ( xxxxxx tends to depend on which department they work for!). Once around the corner the laughing starts. This gives Ivory Towers a slightly surreal quality, people talking to vents, mirrors, pictures on the walls, in fact all sorts of office addenda, all the time sporting sickly grins.
The MD and the FD held a meeting in the MD's AMG Merc the other day, such is the state of paranoia. It was a waste of time though, They sat in the front seats. Betty Elmwood (of purchasing) had a clear view of the Merc from her desk on the second floor. Being partially deaf she is an expert lip-reader. Her shorthand is pretty nifty too by all accounts.
Copies of the transcript of the meeting can be obtained, I'm told, by putting a gin and tonic on Betty's tab in the Pig and Truffle pub around the corner !
One effect of this wheeze, if that's what it was, is that most staff now know Ivory Towers is bugged. Staff now walk down the corridors then smile at something innocuous like an air-con grille and say in a loud voice something like I think xxxxxx is doing a wonderful job. ( xxxxxx tends to depend on which department they work for!). Once around the corner the laughing starts. This gives Ivory Towers a slightly surreal quality, people talking to vents, mirrors, pictures on the walls, in fact all sorts of office addenda, all the time sporting sickly grins.
The MD and the FD held a meeting in the MD's AMG Merc the other day, such is the state of paranoia. It was a waste of time though, They sat in the front seats. Betty Elmwood (of purchasing) had a clear view of the Merc from her desk on the second floor. Being partially deaf she is an expert lip-reader. Her shorthand is pretty nifty too by all accounts.
Copies of the transcript of the meeting can be obtained, I'm told, by putting a gin and tonic on Betty's tab in the Pig and Truffle pub around the corner !
