There is absolutely nothing wrong with what is currently going on, apparantly. The Big Swinging Dick is the supreme Darwinian manager - this is pure laissez-faire management. Let 'em loose. Except these are the hounds of hell and while they're sorting themselves out everyone else is buffetted and more or less entirely ineffectual.
The handmaiden will admit that she, the earliest appointee had the benefit of his careful attention during her early days in post and the most thorough grounding in the broadest range of elements of the role.
With each successive appointment the amount of attention he's given to ensuring the appointee is properly equipped to perform the role he expects her to carry out has decreased markedly to the point where the Bolshie Book Worm was essentially given the title and the pay rise and left to work it out as she went. She's learned the scope of her role through curt disciplinary memoranda usually left about for any number of people to read before she gets to it.
Typically she only learns how to do something the correct way after she's done her best and ended up doing things not the way he'd have it.
What makes this worse for her is that to some extent this is nothing more than personal preference (I feel like I've been here, and I probably have).
In the middle there's Yoda. How Yoda secured her promotion is a little mystery. Her strengths such as they are lie in the application of hair dye, bullying and paper shuffling.
She does have one other quality, though, and it is what's kept her in post: a remarkable capacity for shifting the blame. Her instinct for self-preservation is peerless, at least on site.
And so if I had to put money on any particular individual to be the last one standing it would be her.
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