We're all going on a summer holiday

Last year the Big Swinging Dick made a mistake. Hardly news, hardly surprising.

What was odd about this was how quick he was to recognise his mistake and move to address it.

He put up a notice. Hardly news, hardly surprising. It is, after all, what he does when confronted by the need to appear managerial.

It wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing if only his staff would or could read, but even the ones that can won't.

He laid down the law in no uncertain terms. Occasional staff recruited (or re-recruited) to help out over the summer, both to cover an upturn in customer numbers and also the upturn in annual leave taking by permanent staff may not take holidays. Simple.

Or it would be if the Big Swinging Dick had even the spine of the simplest vertebrate, and something like a grip on the decision making of his assistant managers. One way or another they've all managed to slope of for days off here and there, mostly on the weekend, when we're in direst need of additional staff let alone cover.

And the absinthe swigging soirees are only the worst of it, not the least interesting. Fucking students.