IT is winning the war games at work, the policy being
if something works well, destabilise it, if something
works extremely well so others look bad, totally destroy
it – and since Foreign Language administration was a
marvel of perfection, working without a hitch, always
ready with statistics, all due to June’s diligence and a
wonderful administrative system; IT was called in
to put a stop to it and bring us in line with the rest
of the decline in the Department, they changed our
password and when we switch off we can’t get on
again, we must request IT to change our password,
which they only do once they have thought about
it for a week or two; suddenly we’re faced with the
same statistical problems as everybody else, they
have effectively fractured our efficiency - I bet they
are in line for merit awards - one and all!
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