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There have been tensions in the camp this week.
The logistics manager has got very angry with the sculptor.
The sculptor has been ignoring the logistics manager.
The pr lady is impatient to show the new work off
but she is waiting on the photographer,
as is the person who updates the website.
The accounts department is struggling to cope
under the hours they have been allotted.
The person who orders the materials is getting anxious.
The writer who seems to be always allowed to do what she wants
and has now taken up precious time
so the finisher/polisher/packer
will have to work the weekend.
The finisher/polisher/packer is now miffed.
The painter is sulking.
Someone let her see the light,
she managed to open the door,
just a crack.
Its really very exciting through there…
very exiting indeed.
But here comes the logistics manager.
No. No. No.
One week is all you get my dear,
come back my dear.
Your time will come.
But she has broken her promise.
So the painter is sulking.
In fact the painter is very upset indeed
and tears well up in her eyes as she tells the writer.
The draftsman is more patient, she knows the sculptor cant work without her.
She is waiting for her day.
For monday life drawing class,
If she is allowed to go.
But the logistics manager is not sure at the moment.
The logistics manager probably won’t let her
and then the draftsman will also be sulking.
And next week she will mess it up for the sculptor,
Just to strengthen her case.
The sculptor is the most challenging for the logistics manager to control.
Because she cant manage without her.
“But this is the most important thing” she shouts.
She turns her back on the logistic manager.
She can feel the logistics manager’s eyes boring into her back.
But the sun is on the sculptor’s side.
It’s also strong.
It shines hot light on the clay forms.
Who can blame the sculptor for moving into that light
to play with the darks and lights of the silky clay.
Fundamentally it’s the events organiser fault.
She got a bit excited because its her 25th year.
She has booked a lot of things.
Quite big things.
Eventually, by thursday,
the only person who can solve the quarrel,
the upset, the swollen eyes…
is the social secretary.
She organises a few beers for the whole team.
The CEO swans in, takes the credit
even though it was the social secretary’s idea.
But the CEO does pay for the drinks
and the accountant doesn’t mind the expense.
They all laugh at and with each other,
they respect each other.
And on friday they wake up happy.
They are all resolved that
this is just how it is running a small business
on your own.
And they all get on with the job
a little less fractured.