the woman sounds as if she could do with a cribsheet. or a gag, or something. with a cribsheet, it would have cut down on the time she was staring at the ceiling.

its that business of when the organiser singles you out to lead the company out of the slough of despond. at some level -its abit flattering. on another - you think, well i won't be able to do the song i want to do.......