Incompetence
Oct. 8th, 2008 03:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alt_luciusIt is one of the most attractive prospects of Our Lord's beneficent rule that the country, once divided and under threat, is now whole, with no protest nor insurgents, apart from a disjointed, unimportant minority. But if there were any organised resistance, I shouldn't be surprised if Crispin's temporary replacement had been sent to infiltrate and obstruct our operations at every turn.
His handwriting is utterly illegible, for one. And he stammers when I ask a simple question, so badly that it is nearly impossible to discern his answer. I can't even be sure he knows his own name ... Witter, or Witting, I think? No matter. This morning, I was meant to go to the Obscurus offices in Battersea, and instead he sent me to the Ouroborus Club in Belgravia. Since I only had down that I was meeting with old Niles, and he has a habit of choosing strange locations, I wasted over a quarter of an hour waiting. Naturally, by the time Witter determined my actual appointment, I had missed Niles completely.
He even had the Slytherin Quidditch match down for today, instead of 8th November. Thankfully I realised this obvious error before taking an unnecessary jaunt to Hogwarts.
But the worst is the notion that because one can Apparate, one can also be in two places at once. How does he imagine I shall be able to attend a three-hours meeting at two and simultaneously arrive in time for a demonstration of the new broom prototypes at four? Does he think because one of my associations is the Department of Mysteries that I have access to time itself?
Then, when he attempted to reschedule one or the other, he wound up cancelling both. Have used the free afternoon to review the calendar for the rest of the week; it's just as bad. If my appointments are to be believed, I shall be in three meetings at once to-morrow morning, Apparate from Glasgow to Gillingham without luncheon, and then attend a Directors' meeting at the Prophet, which of course just met only Thursday last! Friday was, if possible, worse.
How anyone can so destroy a carefully ordered timetable in less than two working days is beyond me. By Athena, the elf could do better, and I'm not certain it can read.
For the record, Harry, certain jinxes do not hurt nearly so much as a physical blow, but they do get one's point across astonishingly well. I trust Witter will remember that himself, next time.
Meanwhile, Narcissa is overseeing Regulus's move from his mother's home to Malfoy Manor. Not that I object to aiding his recuperation, but it is tiresome, particularly after a day of battle with one's own subordinate, to return to a home that is not utterly sequestered. May stay in town for supper.
His handwriting is utterly illegible, for one. And he stammers when I ask a simple question, so badly that it is nearly impossible to discern his answer. I can't even be sure he knows his own name ... Witter, or Witting, I think? No matter. This morning, I was meant to go to the Obscurus offices in Battersea, and instead he sent me to the Ouroborus Club in Belgravia. Since I only had down that I was meeting with old Niles, and he has a habit of choosing strange locations, I wasted over a quarter of an hour waiting. Naturally, by the time Witter determined my actual appointment, I had missed Niles completely.
He even had the Slytherin Quidditch match down for today, instead of 8th November. Thankfully I realised this obvious error before taking an unnecessary jaunt to Hogwarts.
But the worst is the notion that because one can Apparate, one can also be in two places at once. How does he imagine I shall be able to attend a three-hours meeting at two and simultaneously arrive in time for a demonstration of the new broom prototypes at four? Does he think because one of my associations is the Department of Mysteries that I have access to time itself?
Then, when he attempted to reschedule one or the other, he wound up cancelling both. Have used the free afternoon to review the calendar for the rest of the week; it's just as bad. If my appointments are to be believed, I shall be in three meetings at once to-morrow morning, Apparate from Glasgow to Gillingham without luncheon, and then attend a Directors' meeting at the Prophet, which of course just met only Thursday last! Friday was, if possible, worse.
How anyone can so destroy a carefully ordered timetable in less than two working days is beyond me. By Athena, the elf could do better, and I'm not certain it can read.
For the record, Harry, certain jinxes do not hurt nearly so much as a physical blow, but they do get one's point across astonishingly well. I trust Witter will remember that himself, next time.
Meanwhile, Narcissa is overseeing Regulus's move from his mother's home to Malfoy Manor. Not that I object to aiding his recuperation, but it is tiresome, particularly after a day of battle with one's own subordinate, to return to a home that is not utterly sequestered. May stay in town for supper.
