The adventure continues...

'ST, do you have many projects that you're on deadline to?' asks G.'Only the database, which you already know about, because you're my boss and I do what you tell me to,' replies ST gravely.'Oh, right, because there's another project, which if you'd like to take a look, and provide some input, and maybe some content because it would require that you...' continues G.ST waits patiently.'Because you know with the new company launches we're having--there are six of them--and they're very important that we project the right presentation, and can you do this please? If you comfortable with this.' G hands ST a single sheet of A4 paper, only half full of text, of which a surprising amount is literally '#*$#@!!' and 'blah blah'.'Er,' ST is stumped.'Those are my notes for the MD's launch speech. He'll be speaking to about 750 people, it's the most important PR event of the year. Can you do it?' asks G, unexpectedly coherent.'Um. You want me, whose entire knowledge of this company consists of seven smudged post-its and 300 badly scanned staff photos, and whose entire knowledge of finance is limited to what coins I can find down the back of the sofa, to write the MD's launch speech?' asks ST, suspecting some vital point is eluding her.'Yes.''Ah, right. Just checking. Cool.'ST, who occasionally has outbreaks of over-acheiving girly-swottiness, takes the speech home to work on, and a couple of days later presents it to G.'You know, this is really good, but I'm afraid that there will have to be some re-writing done, because the MD's a bit miffed that he hasn't had any input yet,' G comments in passing.'You mean, those, er, notes weren't based on a discussion you had with him? I just wrote a whole speech for someone I've never met, who hasn't even been asked what he wants to say?' ST tries hard to sound calm.'Yes,' says G, 'That's how I always do it.''...' says ST.However, all ends happily. The bits needing re-writing turns out to be the parts which ST had pointedly marked [expand], because they were the bits that needed to be filled in by someone who actually knew what they were talking about. She found someone eventually, and returned to her database to live happily ever after. Until...'ST, are you afraid of flying?' S pops his head around the door. S is G's boss, a smart guy who knows his shit.'No.' Nothing surprises ST anymore.'Good. G's got laryngitis, and her doctor says her head will explode if she gets on a plane, which means that you need to go Brisbane tomorrow to arrange the internal launch. It's easy. All you'll need to take is the laptop, the projector, the speaker, the display stand, and the banner. Also, don't forget the celebratory mouse pads, lollies, streamers, balloons and coffee mugs.''And you're sure you want me to do this?' Okay, some things still surprise ST.'Yep, you'll need to change G's flight times. Have fun. In fact, take tomorrow afternoon off, it'll all be over by lunchtime.''Cool.'Tune in tomorrow to see ST try and make friends with Brisbane, and see Brisbane kick her arse...