What we always feared has come to pass: Sandrine has had her nervous breakdown. None of us really liked her before, and after the hostile office takeover she turned into even more of a paranoid control freak. Still, we didn’t want anything horrible to happen to her. Practically every meeting one of us said something to the effect of ‘Sandrine, you need to take a break’ or ‘Sandrine, did you actually sleep last night or did you spend the entirety of your time away from the office rearranging the office kitchen cleanup schedule?’
She had, of course, done just that. I told you she had a chronic micromanaging problem. And now it’s all come to a head, during a meeting without one of our important Bentleigh conveyancing partners. That’s already stressful enough- for Sandrine, anyway- since conveyancers are some of our best clients. I think she was up all night going over her speeches, and all the figures…actually I know for sure that she was, because I woke up to all the emails sent throughout the night. Like, we’re pretty good at conveyancing matters already, since we work with them a lot. Conveyancing is not a challenge. It was a routine meeting anyway, and not something that threatened to snap our two companies in twain or whatever. But then Sandrine breezes in, trying to make it look like she had it all together. She looked really terrible, actually. She starts the meeting, fumbles through her statistics, seems to go into a fugue state for thirty seconds, and that’s it. She just goes quietly off the deep end, can’t respond when talked to and had to be taken into hospital.
I mean, we all knew it was coming. Now we have an interim office supervisor until someone more permanent can be found, and things are a lot more chilled. Oh, and our relationship with the conveyancing people is undamaged, because they all know Sandrine by now. So many emails, to every conveyancing company, Malvern to Mentone. We were all on the Sandrine train together, it seems…