19th February, 2002.

Apparently some lessons are harder to absorb than others.

Inspired by the words of our manager, who had the temerity to suggest that a degree of discretion or professionalism on the phone could be considered a good thing, the Cow-orker embarked on a late afternoon rant (after the manager's departure, of course) about the curtailment of her right to publicly identify people falling short of her own high standards of efficiency and deride them in front of an audience. There then followed a thinly-veiled and apparently arbitrary rant to any and all passers-by concerning the member of executive management she'd been bad-mouthing so vigorously last year.

The only thing this particular executive had done to provoke this sudden flashback was benefit from a reorganisation that now sees them wield even more direct influence over our division. Presumably this news triggered the Cow-orker's "career deathwish" gene.