Don't panic

The Corporal Jones element has been in its, well, element this last couple of days as we near the end of the Big Swinging Dick's two weeks away.

As though he'd organised it we've had big wigs galore down, including area management and sectional directors. The state of things hasn't gone down well, but with out anyone to keep the warehouse under control, halloween and christmas promotions coming through en masse and a change of regular promotions happening this weekend a flock of headless chickens would have offered a picture of orderliness compared with what we've had on display in our particular barn yard.

And everyone is blaming everyone else.

I really must look further into this job I've been invited to apply for.