I have one bollock, and more treatment in the offing. Seminoma, a rare and eminently beatable spinoff from testicular cancer, needs getting rid of this time. No comment from the brain tumour since cutting my levitirecetam by 25% a month ago.
Leo is a lovely lad. If I'm not crushed by the orchestrated attacks on my current and future sanity and can withstand his randomness, we have a good time. I love him dearly. He is, after all, unique. That's what I was hoping for. A non-standard human. Oh boy, have we got one of those.
Work has been weird for a little while, and seems to be getting wierder. I spent a total of 11 hours filling out the longest appraisal of my skills ever, and DC and I have managed to review one of my 130 responses in two hours. We are both verbose motherfuckers when we get our heads together, I spose. He marked me as 'Starting Out' (level one of a possible four) on one section, which was a blatant pile of horseshit, similar to that time he 'accidentally' extended my probation.
I then showed him the new system for writing bids in almost no time, and how shit Sarah's standard OC questions were - and how shit the bids we write are as a consequence of the SISO rule - and he goes 'if you demonstrate that, you're at level three.'
This sort of lane-up-to-progress bollocks is manna from Devon for managers. It justifies all sorts. Elle being promoted to Mark's PA by dint of barely surviving having to stand up and talk to 100 people - which I've done. Elle being 'selected for an award' for organisation despite having her organisation being identical regardless of the opp that needs organising and Sarah - her mate - being brought in to 'manage' half of the organising that needs to happen. Elle got promoted immediately following her assessment.
I've been organising stakeholders, designing templates, writing, proofing, printing and submitting tenders far bigger than these since 2008. I have ample scope to go elsewhere, and will watch this situation. Following the expected all-clear after chemo, I'll surprise them by taking my ball home. This Academy process won't even be complete by then. I'm afraid I'll have better things to do. Shame really, as I'll miss being ludicrously overpaid,but as Daniel has called me the best writer he has more than once, I'm expecting that to be borne out by my scores. I wonder how many Starting Outs Jessie and Alex H will get in their assessments? As the only ones who know the truth are Alex W, Mark, Daniel, and presumably Elle by Christmas (!) the repercussions of this should be interesting.
