Crazy Horse

Crazy Horse is definitely not a Monday person. It has to be said that he's not much of a Tuesday or a Wednesday person either. And on Thursday and Friday it's best if approaches to him are confined to the pm and then only with good news. Even on his best days he behaves like a football manager on the receiving end of a dubious offside. He is practically Neanderthal in his attitude to man management. In the past he has been heard to declare that he is 'no bedfellow to this modern employment law piffle.' This is not a comment one would normally expect to hear from a Human Resources manager, but that's Crazy Horse for you, he considers anyone to the political left of Margaret Thatcher to be party to the 'looney liberal pc conspiracy.' One only has to mention the words European Union within earshot to sent him reaching for his diazepam. He is a constant torment to everyone in the office. Yesterday morning, as soon as he had finished grazing on his breakfast croissant, he barged out of his office and stood glaring at us. It is best to ignore him as much as possible in such circumstances and hope that he goes away, unfortunately this seldom works. When he had finished dusting the croissant crumbs from his shirt all over Bishop's desk he launched into one of his customary tirades. It seems he has declared war against inefficiency and idle malingering, thankfully nobody was mentioned by name. The only things of substance contained within his tedious lecture are, that there is going to be a reorganisation, hence my move to work alongside the imbecilic Bishop, and that we are to have a new member of staff. Bishop of all people! Even Mrs C put aside her own worries over the changes to sympathise with me.