So the, yet to be named, replacement for the The(NowThankfullyDeparted)Professor commenced at SML two weeks ago.
Really very corporate, honestly not a great fit, somewhat (okay, extremely) pompous. But, hey, while he is doing the job I really wanted, he is also doing the job I would not touch for, well, many things. And maybe he can shake up the peeps who need a strong management hand.
Being there a whole two weeks, of course he knows everything and we are all idiots &etc. I’ve already been lectured a couple of times on how SML processes work (which of course is not how they work at all), but nonetheless I was willing to not condemn him utterly.
That was until we were both in a meeting with Hecate yesterday …
He (let’s call him Knut) was sitting across from me, I was madly scribbling notes (and I mean scribbling – a total mess) to write up later and, in the middle of a discaussion, leaned across the desk, pointed to an (incomprehensible) word and said “you’ve spelled that wrong“.