The Diary of a Guardian Angel

So you may have noticed that last week very little happened. That’s not so much because of a lack of happening, because things happen all the same whether I’m mentioning them or not. It’s more simply because I was on holiday.

Now, if you’re worrying about all my cases being neglected while I was on holiday, fear not. There’s a horrifically clever system here at work, which means that no one is left without a caseworker while their worker is on holiday.

It’s called Time Travel, and quite simply I spent last week on holiday, went back in time; and then spent the same week again on holiday. This doesn’t really answer why there were no diary posts; it’s just that last week was really quite busy. I didn’t post from the holiday version of last week, because Magic Angel Internet doesn’t extend to the cottage I was spending the holiday in. That’s not so much due to the remoteness, but due to the fact that I was on holiday. MagicAngel^TM services get told when you’re on holiday and cancel your connection for the period.

It’s supposed to help us relax or something, but it drives me up the wall. But I suppose when you only get a couple of weeks holiday a year it’s important to relax.

You may be asking what kind of time-travelling holiday scheme only allows you two weeks holiday a year; you may be asking what kind of magically time-travelling system can only provide two weeks holiday.

I know I do.

I mean, come on! We’re omnipotent here! What’s with the two-week limit? The officially stated reasons range from quantum psuedobabble to management doublespeak. The best translations we’ve come up with in the office are: “we can time travel, but it’s tiring” and “because you don’t deserve more than two weeks.”

You can take your pick as to which.