Politics

My understanding of the theory is sound and my ability to analyse is well honed, but my application of its tenets is all over the fucking shop.

I have supervisor who could make my life unpleasant and seriously piss me off with a little gently delivered sugar-coated humiliation.

So why have I apparently initiated a one-woman campaign to nail her to the cross? Who knows. Yesterday I wantonly drew Yoda's attention to the exceptionally risky state of the safe - once her territory, now that of Paper-Shuffler-in-Chief.

Today I came in to take responsibility for the cash situation in the business. I did it. All on my own. From beginning to end, without asking for help from anyone. Second day in. Not too bad. Even spotted the deliberate mistake and worked out exactly how and why things had gone wrong.

The politically astute thing to do when PS-i-C rang to check how I was getting on and help me over the hurdle she expected me to have balked at was to witter "Oh, thank you so much for calling, yes I've managed everything else but there's just this one small thing and I've done this and I've done that and I can't seem to make it work out so thank goodness you've phoned. Blah, blah."

Did I do that? Did I Hell.

She'd hardly opened her gob before I explained that I'd finished, by building my very own ladder to get over that hurdle and this is what it looks like and isn't it perfect and aren't I clever. Oh Dear.

What a sad little show off I am.

That wasn't enough for me though. My monstrous ego trip (that's monstrous ego, not monstrous trip) led me into regurgitating the previous days' safe criticism and proposing a solution and ramming it through which preempted PS-i-C's second call to help me through the treacherous shoals of my new responsibilities. I'm the treacherous one.

Done that already dear. Leave me too it. This job's a breeze. Ta ta.