No soon as I'd clicked 'publish' on my last post, than I received this email, care of Gail:
Dear Cousin Bertie,
Re: your recent visit
I hate to rain on your parade and all that, but I am wondering why no-one asked me to contribute to the 360º appraisal you published so brazenly on your blog on Wednesday.
Most assuredly, I would NOT have awarded you full marks based on your behaviour when you came to stay with me and my brother Percy for a couple of nights a short while ago.
I expect you were thinking that, because I am a relative newcomer to the set up, I would not venture to voice an opinion. How wrong you were.
Let me say I for one am quite happy you are now over three hundred miles away and not, I hope, planning a return visit any time soon.
Imagine, readers, there's me, recently rescued from an endless round of pregnancies in a Norfolk puppy farm, just settling into my new Peak District home, getting a feel for the place, learning how to deal with my huge sibling Percy Poodle and generally working hard to adjust to a different routine, when along comes this wee whippersnapper of a wire haired fox terrier, bouncing around and growling at me all the time in an incomprehensible Scottish accent.
Oh yes and then there was the small matter of the night-time pooping on the kitchen floor, wasn't there Bertie?
Ten out of ten? I think not.
I am going to recommend that Gail holds the marshmallows and duck jerky a while longer.
Really. Who knew my new cousin was such a little tell tale?
PS from Gail: Human resources professionals worldwide, take note. These last two posts of Bertie's provide an excellent example of how even the most supposedly objective methods of performance review are subject to bias and manipulation...
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