POCAHuntress

No!  We Are Not Mis-Typing Her Name

Rather than refer back to either the legend itself, or the Disney version of same, I am going to bring in a contemporary version of what you're mistaken about.  Art!

     I don't feel like emphasising it with a larger picture, which is how thoroughly underwhelmed I am about these films.  As wise old Conrad said of the first one, it was 'Pocahontas In Space', with beings that apparently consume colossal quantities of blueberry juice.  

     The one thing that did impress me was the 'Venture Star', that enormous ISV that travels on a loop between Earth and Pandora at significant fractions of the speed of light, carrying cargo and passengers.  Art!

     Despite only having a couple of minutes of screen time in the original film, it has become an object of adoration for sci-fi geeks, because the engineering and design background to it is extremely thorough.  So much so th

     ANYWAY we are here to berry Cesar, not praise him.  Or something.  Art!

     Today's Intro is another exposition of South Canadian mis-management, embodying malicious compliance, manglement and sweet, sweet revenge - which you can indulge in without expanding your waistline.

     The cast here includes POlitical CAmpaigner, hereafter POCA, and Entitled Tyrannical Candidate, hereafter ETC, and a cameo or two from Harrased Intermediate Consultant, hereafter HIC*.

     SO.  POCA had acquired quite the cachet as a successful political campaign manager, which was handy, as her husband had just lost his job, meaning she was the breadwinner.  Art!

NOT A TRUE LIKENESS

     Since she had just bought a house she didn't want to relocate, as is the tendency for PCMs, seeking local employment instead.  Which she got, as the PCM for a female candidate Conrad can only describe as 'Uptight and Upright' and Holier Than All Of You Plebs: Entitled Tyrannical Candidate, whose views only aligned with POCA's by 10%, if that.  Not necessarily a problem IF both parties can behave professionally.  IF.  

     One verrrry important part of her contract was that her salary might be increased after a probationary period, but could absolutely NOT be reduced.  Art!

First problem was that nothing had been done, meaning POCA had to build the whole campaign from scratch, hiring a Consultant - HIC himself - and a fundraiser and office staff, too.

    Real life then rudely intruded, as it is wont to do.  POCA found out she was preggers, and then suffered a debilitating back injury in a car crash.  ETC's hubbo was then deployed abroad, causing her to go into a decline where she stopped raising money, causing the campaign to slooooow down.

     One of the - in fact the only - lower level staff leaves, for reasons that were not explained, so perhaps they were clairvoyant, meaning POCA takes over their role as well.  Given both her pregnancy and injury, she wanted to work remotely, with the office staff taking over physical work in the office.

     O dearie me.  This provokes ETC into an explosion of rage quite as large as the Thera eruption (of around1,600 BC).   The salient expression 'My pregnancy was not her problem' was thrown around.  Art!

     After pouring all her power and malice into this tirade, ETC states that, since POCA cannot do physical work she either agrees to work for minimum wage or resigns.  TUT TUT CONTRACT CONTRACT!  

     By Wild Coincidence POCA's hubbo had just gotten a job, so she gives ETC 30 days notice, and wants the previous month's payment, too, which had not yet been paid.  ETC sends out a vituperative e-mail about NOT PAYING POCA, who immediately forwards it to all the staff.  HIC remains; everybody else quits within 5 minutes.

     You may be ahead of me here yet I think ETC is going to have problems running a campaign with only herself and HIC.  Art!

                  

     ETC keeps digging that hole, using a JCB it would seem, stating in e-mails that she wants to keep POCA on, just pay her less thanks to the pregnancy status.  Unfortunately for this splendid specimen of manglement, POCA still had access to all the office e-mails and got this evidence without asking for it.  She warned ETC that, as an independent contractor, she was only obliged to pass on completed contractual work when she got paid.

     Then ETC wanted to send HIC to pressure POCA, which was unfortunate as they were friends outside the office.  Art!

     When he refused, she sacked him.  Campaign staff now down to 1.  What can possibly go wrong!

     You had to ask.

     HIC, now released from any contractual obligations, informs POCA that a lawyer consulted by ETC had said 'Pay POCA'.  She not only refused, she involved the police, saying POCA had stolen campaign funds and her data.  Art!

NOT A TRUE LIKENESS

    Enter POCA's lawyer, who straightens out the allegations, showing that the 'stolen campaign funds' were still in the campaign fund bank account, which ETC had no idea how to access, as - surprise! - POCA had dealt with all that admin guff.  The police inform the lawyer that withholding salary is counted as larceny, and do they want to press charges?

     When ETC got a whiff of this, suddenly POCA got a cheque for the back pay and notice salary within 48 hours.  Gosh, how utterly unsurprising.

     Most satisfyingly, ETC got hammered in the election and lost by 15 points.  In a last dig, POCA stated that more people Upvoted her Reddit account than voted for the candidate.  Tee hee!

     No, I have no idea who ETC was in real life.  POCA is careful not to use any names, locations, dates or business entities that might give this away, as you can bet your bottom schilling that they'd sue sue sue were the details to get out.  Art!

POCA as huntress.  Armed with a deadly - er - spade?

Wowsers, that's a looong Intro.  We'd better get cracking with a few smaller items.

Heresy!

As you should surely know by now, Conrad likes to occasionally make ice cream, and then has to spread it's consumption over weeks and weeks, thanks to the dirty diabetes.  Art!

     This is a hand-me-down from Wonder Wifey, who tried and defied.  It's dark chocolate, which the appropriately bitter Conrad rather likes, as compared to milk chocolate <hack spit>, and this particular ice cream has all the cocoa tang of dark chocolate without being perceptibly sweet.  To be eked out over weeks, thanks to the dirty diabetes.

Progress Report

Another iteration of a hand-me-down from Wonder Wifey, that being the 'Waterloo Station' jigsaw puzzle.  Conrad is making slow progress on it, yet progress nonetheless.  Art!

"We're getting there" as the British Rail adverts used to have it

More From MOX

No!  We are not referring to that hapless hopeless character from 'Auf Widersehen Pet',  Art!

Moxey outside his natural habitat

     Despite his convincing Scouse accent, the actor portraying him, Christopher Fairbanks, is an Essex lad through and through.

     ANYWAY Art!

     Two of the 'Idea Failure' tropes on 'Museum Of Failure' that we have covered on the blog previously.  The port entry is 'Jarts Lawn Darts' which were giant darts capped with a big, heavy metal tip.  Art!

     I know what you're thinking - what can possibly go wrong?

     6,000 injured children is what, with 3 fatalities, after which the Darts Of Death were banned in 1988.

     As for the Fyre Festival, this was a ludicrously mis-managed, incredibly inept attempt to put on a music festival by people who had absolutely NO IDEA what they were doing.  It's an epic in it's own right, which I cannot track down on the blog.  Go Google for it and be entertained at the massed bumbletucks involved in creating a legendary disaster.  Art!

BOOJUM!: Apocalyptic Rocket Bombs From HELL!

     I found the link.  We don't go into much detail but do provide a link to 'Vanity Fair', who published a full disclosure from one of the sacked planners, after two documentaries came out about the fiasco.  Art!

Luxury accommodation.  It says here.

     Hard to believe it was 8 years ago now.  

     And with that I bid you adieu!

*  No jokes about booze.  Conrad - dry for November.