OK its been a while and I’m sorry but the Aliens have come and got me and transported me to a parallel universe and the internet connection is not too good from here!
So bit by bit I’m losing the French (*insert evil laugh*).
The director left this week which all things considered was a bit sad. I had my speech all prepared about if it wasn’t for him I’d still have a well paid job, pension, career path and close proximity to a decent donor kebab, but for some reason they didn’t ask me to get up.
If I have to admit it, all things considered, and taking a good mouthful of humble pie, I will miss him slightly, and not in the least because between mid July and Oct I will be doing his job. Its my own fault, I went and opened my big gob and told them not to bother sending anyone shite to replace him, as I couldn’t cope with that and could do better myself. The stupid buggers then went and believed me! So basically if you think that my updates of this blog has been a wanting recently just imagine what its like when I’m doing 2 jobs and unqualified for both!!
But for some reason, after 18 months, the French seem to think I’m not so bad after all. In the midst of all this I’ve had a call from the head of rehab for South Asian region who was insistent that I go for a week to help them in a piece of work. When the head of my region was reluctant to release me and before they started publicly fighting across cyberspace, their boss jumped in and said I should go! So flight booked for a trip to Nepal – it would be nice if I didn’t have to spend virtually 5 days in the air just for a 3 day workshop.
I also seem to have at long last impressed the French with my ‘ super high level’ after I gave a presentation to Ministers and Parliamentarians this week. So there we have it, its official, I’m great – or just full of shit, one of the 2 (and I know what my moneys on!!)
But to be honest all this means very little in the face of reality….
So I return after another amazing holiday with you folks, not only to find myself in the wrong organization, but that the head the rehabilitation sector for the country is not too well. Soon after I see him hobbling into my office clearly in pain and starts to describe to me something akin to sciatica. However when he lifted up his trouser leg his leg was pure white – Mmmma bit odd I I think to myself wondering what tropical fungi has attached him, until of course he describes that he his treating himself with ‘ magical native medicine’. You see he saw Doctor who, after assessment, clinical formulation and intervention removed from Abdul, 56 witch bullets! Yes that right – he went to the witch doctor as his first course of action who proclaimed that he had been shot by the witch gun! WTF…….. This man is an orthopedic technician for Christ sake, trained for years, at a proper university, not Hogwarts and he is responsible for the promotion, development and sustainability of the REHABILITATION sector. He clearly needs physiotherapy not friggin’ jewjew medicine – is there really any hope when this is the man I’m meant to be working with to secure the sector!!?
But on top of all this, what tells me that I have left reality and living in another dimension is when one French this week complimented on my dress sense announcing, I looked almost Parisian! Well, when a fat bird from Bolton can elicit that compliment from a French you know we are just one step away from eradicating world hunger!
Oh well its back to normal then.
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