No, this post isn't about Fifty Shades of Grey, though I am fifty shades of pissed off right now. The ties to which I'm referring are strips of sticky crimson and are often associated with the government. It appears that the head of the personnel office has decided that he is confused about whether the transfer of an existing employee from one site to another violates a hiring freeze. In covering his backside, he put a halt to ALL paperwork coming through his office. It does not, and this was one of the first issues addressed when Husband Fixture began this process. But now we have to wait for someone with enough clout to tell this mewling clay-brained clotpole that it's okay to process transfers, which could take who-knows-how-long.
The good news is, there's always a bigger fish in the sea. Eventually, some tuna is bound to get riled up when he figures out that the transfer he's waiting on isn't happening, and throw his weight around until things in the personnel office get moving again. And I suppose it's also good news that we did get outbid on the house we wanted, lest we be stuck under contract with no sale of our current house in sight. And because we don't have our house under contract, we are under no pressure to wait a little longer for the personnel snafu to get straightened out. As much as I'd like the kids to be moved before the start of the fourth quarter, it wouldn't be the end of the world if that didn't happen. Goodness knows, Gingersnap would love to finish out the year with her friends. The Prince of Distraction is another story. He's at the point of wanting to move with us, but that's a tale for another time.