My team has just about got used to the idea of sharing desks with the evening team. Thrush, however, is still on top form; he’s taken to locking away everything at the end of his shift: mouse mat, calendar, keyboard and mouse. Following a terse e-mail from Sarah Magellan, the evening Team Manager, I gave him the feedback. He insisted that he was only obeying the ‘clear desk policy.’
SMAGELL (as the system calls her) has hung a ‘dreamcatcher’ above my head.
I can’t pin up Dannii Minogue, but she thinks a hoop of tatty looking string and feathers is okay.
Dream catcher my arse - Dust Collector more like.