Forgive My Poetry
By 'VEEP' I am of course talking about a Vice President, not a VIP, although the two are not exclusive. Though a VP can fantasise about being a VIP in their own head. What is a Vice President in the world of business? O I thought you'd never ask! Art?
A Vice President is deadly dull, so have an Electronic Hornswoggle instead. Thank you AI Art Generator for proving that robots will never be smart enough to take over the world.
Where were we? O yes. A Vice President in the world of business is a very high-level executive, usually reporting in to the CEO of an organisation, as well as Senior Vice Presidents. They have a certain degree of latitude, power and budgetary control, which means you need to appoint the right person to the right role.
Which didn't happen in this instance, or we'd not have an Intro. Art!
The tale was narrated by Acceptor of Corporate Corruption, hereafter ACC, who worked within a public organisation in North Carolina, hence the screenshot above. Once again they coyly avoid naming their employer, lest they be sued out of hearth, home, hobby and hot chocolate.
Their Anonymous Government Organisation, hereafter AGO, hired in a Vice President from the private sector, and whoever did the interviewing and selection really dropped the ball, or a whole series of balls. We shall dub them Villainous ExecutivE Person, or - waitforitwaitforit - VEEP.
ANYWAY ACC followed VEEP's progress in AGO, and it was not good from the worms-eye view. VEEP proceeded to create a series of very well-paid positions that had never existed before, and staff them with what ACC called 'cronies' from her previous job in the private sector. Art!
That's Charlotte, NC, home to the Apple and Corruption, according to ACC, who said this type of egregious abuse of power is quite commonplace in North Carolina. ACC also described many of them as 'bottom-kissers', which I believe is a species of insult.
The real trouble began when VEEP ran out of positions she could create from thin air. Why was she doing this? Well, empire-building, one suspects, with a bunch of people indebted to her for their salary and position, which is always useful for aspirants to power. Art!
Apple Charlotte
North Carolina must be a 'one-party consent' state, because ACC also advised EA to record via her phone, and assured we the audience that this was legal. Guess who caught her doing this recording? No! Not Lord Lucan! VEEP, that's who, and whom was predictably enraged.
VEEP ranted and tanted at EA, at ACC, then at HR for not allowing her to fire whomever she liked. THIS WAS A GREAT BIG WHOPPING MISTAKE, seemingly driven by VEEP's ego. Because now HR, who seem to have possessed all the utility of a blancmange battering-ram - I made that one up all by myself, can you tell? -
- were forced to pay attention and earn their pay. Which they did. In spades. Shovels, forks and picks, too, because they spent 300 hours interviewing staff. A special Board Of Enquiry was convened, made up of Senior VPs. One of these then called her into his office at 16:30, and by 08:00 next morning her office was empty.
The tale doesn't end there. Without their patron to protect them, the bottom-lickers were left without any work or projects as everyone hated them, and they were all gone with two months of VEEP's exit. Ho ho, justice seen to be done.
Once the last of the lickspittle's were gone, VEEP's position was eliminated and her surviving staff transferred out to other departments. A very thorough sweeping indeed.
That was today's Intro. Thank you.
More Of Burning Trains
Some Ruffians who loathe Putinpot and his Soviet Union 2.0 were canny enough not to go out and get arrested when the Special Idiotic Operation began, and instead stayed silent but watchful. Art!
This damage was done with a hammer and Molotov cocktail, at Syktyvkar station in Mordorvia, causing the whole locomotive cab to be destroyed. The engine is still functional but that cab is a gonner, and will cost tens of thousands to replace, if they bother. All from a few ruble's worth of petrol. Oooops.
The FSB is very wary about this kind of sabotage, because it was the silent and watchful types who carried it out, and the security organisations have no idea who they are. Tee hee!
More Of Trains Burning Coal
A subtle difference to the item title above, let us now bow down and acknowledge the splendid work done by Oliver, whose site will be linked below -
Engines of the Western Allies in WW2
More of the South Canadian Whitcomb 65-ton diesel-electric monsters in action on the Western Desert Extension Railway. Art!
The caption here has it that this pair of Whitcombs are hauling captured Teuton shunting locomotives, which makes Conrad wonder and ponder about where they were operating before they were captured. I wasn't even aware that the Teutons transported any locomotives to North Africa, presuming that it would be the Romans, since Libya was their colony and they administered the infrastructure.
A little further digging reveals that they were used on captured railways between Bel Hamed and El Daba. Art!
'Fixer-upper' at El Daba
A Product You Never Knew You Needed
Conrad is known for keeping his money in the bank, not at home in empty tea caddies, nor in the form of exotic coinage or ingots. Thus he was a tad baffled at the following advert:
What on earth is 'PMV'? Conrad has to go digging.
Hmmmmm they are indeed machines for carrying out metallurgical testing of coins and bars of precious metal, and you'd need an awful lot of both to justify purchasing one of these - they rock in at $1,000 per unit. Quickly, accurately - and expensively!
Wheel On The Bilious Invective!
Time to revisit the 'Have Your Say' comments from various fans of the ballfoot game, where Conrad inadvertently reveals that he knows what the off-side rule is.
BiggMarketboulevardier
15:46 28 Aug
Conrad believes 'Sir Jim' is the owner of Manchester United Dairies, who must indeed have been fearsome of visage after they were humiliatingly smashed by the Lesser Sneddlepool Women's Reserves or similar.
RuGbY LeAgUe fan
17:09 28 Aug
He's that good.
Amorim isn't the problem at Stretford Wanderers.
The players are the problem.
This has been the opinion of other pundits who know more about the game and the clobs involved than Conrad ever will; if the manager loses the belief of the players there is little he can do to recover it, and it never ends well. When Mourinho was managing the clob it came to a similar pass.
Dog Buns! A shortage of both dill and sliced wholemeal bread. I feel a constitutional coming on, and thank the lord aloft the monsoon has ended for today.
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