From top to bottom, and sideways
Time to hit the pause control. Since supper (which I skipped, due to other duties), I’ve put the kitchen in order, washed and made the bed, vacuumed the house from top to bottom and made a wish for good weather this weekend. We’ve got company coming by, but I’d also like to receive a merit badge from the troop leader. Just like in the old days.
At least the lower floor doesn’t get very messy. No traffic. I had opened the windows for a couple of days, and the omnipresent odour of fresh coffee beans has faded. It’s complicated, but after getting a proper coffee machine for the house, we’ve tended to purchase a big bag of beans and then go until gone. Good coffee, though.
In the way that all news is local, someone has released an internal IT form, used in the provincial government to request various mundane maintenance tasks. You know, like erasing old email accounts. No big deal. Happens all the time. Except…
In this case, the premier of the moment swore that he knew nothing about such things. Below his pay grade. And when the question of a particular employee’s email history came up, the comedy in the investigation by the auditor-general left some bemused. Like “you don’t have a procedure for such things?” Nope. Nada.
Until today. There’s the form, duly signed by the premier, requesting that all traces of a highly paid civil servant be deleted. Completely. Hard to investigate what no longer exists. And that pesky rule that says emails must be archived? I’m on the sidelines, hoping that the deceit will carry weight of law. That premier may be gone from public view, but his efforts are still abetting fraud.
