Busy day today, having delegated arranging the in-house three day First Aid Course to one of my team we get to see if he’s forgotten anything. I can’t say I’m brimming over with confidence – I briefed him and he wrote down everything that needed to be covered. But every time I’ve asked a question over the past two weeks, he’s answered with ‘I was just about to do that….’, when it’s blatantly obvious that he wasn’t. I’ve rocketed him twice over it but I’ve still come in this morning to find the room not fully set up. So it looks like he’s in for a wake up call when he eventually gets here.

This is when I really miss Dilys; I could pass jobs over to her, tell her what I wanted and then just forget it. I’ve spent the best part of the last week chasing this – almost to the point it would have been quicker and easier to just do it myself.

And this afternoon we have our Leadership & Management Self Assessment meeting, thankfully this is the last of them – I’m still trying to find the time to write up the Finance & Admin one. Horrible job. But on a plus side, I know that we have home made Chocolate Fudge cake for our meeting. Very sad that that is the highlight of my day.

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Laughter highlight from yesterday.

I sent Dave down to install acrobat reader on the computers the clients use – after about an hour he still wasn’t back. I mentioned this fact in passing to Craig, who said that he must be having a few problems. Yeah, Shame, *snigger*, caring lot that we are.

The computers downstairs are the bane of our lives – the staff are always moaning about them. Basically the clients mess with the settings and it’s then up to either Craig, I or now Dave to put them right again. We view the job as a kind of curse - the passing on type of curse. I passed it on to Craig and now Dave has joined us, the job has been passed on to him. Baptism of fire, sort of stuff.

About ten minutes after that comment the receptionist rang up to say she could hear banging and what sounded like someone shouting, but she couldn't locate where it was coming from. Strange.

Upon investigation, we tracked the disturbance to the downstairs computer room which was locked. It only took a few seconds to work out that Dave was incarcerated in the room inside the computer room and had no means of getting out. It took a few minutes to track down the keys and work out that Carol had gone in earlier and locked the doors leaving him trapped inside listening to his ipod. He hadn’t heard her lock up and she admitted that she didn’t check to see if the room was empty. The numpty hadn’t turned the lights on and had been sat in the dark.

I'm sure we'd have gone looking for him eventually.