Grinch

After Yoda, the next new concept in my world is Grinch.  Apparently Grinch has stolen all enthusiasm out of the world.  

Grinch might have something to do with the infotech systems at F's work.  All last week I was at work and I learned some new language.  Grinch has changed the way emails go to F's phone and it doesn't work.  She and her colleagues have some sort of team mailbox, which their techy colleagues decided to use as a trial run for 'migrating' everyone in the company.  The process appears to have generated loads of malfunctions that had not been foreseen or anticipated by the techies.  The number of times that their emails crashed on PC and phone last week made everyone tired and cranky.  Inboxes emptied themselves (which ought to be a welcome thing but apparently wasn't), pages of entries on some database would vanish, things would seize up and even logging off was impossible.  I just kept my head down in my igloo, and snacked on my lunch from time to time.

I did try logging on one morning just to see if my password would be more helpful.

F reached the pinnacle of her fed-up-ness when a long legal opinion she had drafted refused to send, refused to save, and looked like being lost completely.  Her colleague in a flash of brilliance suggested photographing it a bit at a time with her phone before crashing the computer by simply turning it off at the wall.

F hasn't much felt like engaging with computers and tech stuff while all that was draining the light and positivity out of each day, so my blog has languished a little and she won't let me publish any of the new language I learned.

She has to present a Christmas message imbued with good news and seasonal cheer to a company wide ZOOM meeting on Friday.  She asked her colleagues what good news she should convey in the short presentation - and the best they could come up with was 'well none of us has walked out yet'.

The Grinch seems to have sucked up all of their seasonal goodwill.

Things I am grateful for - Mr B came home again last Friday that should mean more chicken lunches than I get from F.