You wake up with the earliest light of dawn. Before you can climb out of
bed of your own accord, a frazzled secretary crashes through the door of
your room. Before you know it, you find yourself halfway across the
continent, (teeth not brushed, clothes rumpled, and sleep-deprived),
trying to figure out if novice A really did call novice B a poo poo head
and why novice B's guild is now threatening to exterminate all of your
people living, starting with you. Once the two little 'uns have been put
in proper places, you try to sit down for a cup of morning tea. But
before you take a single sip, you notice the tottering pile of
correspondence on your desk, and remember that you fell asleep last
night while trying to get through report # 56478 regarding the latest
advances in guild motivation. Five hours of writing later, you are
pulled from your now comfy seeming chair in order to go look scary and
be generally hated for enforcing some sort of discipline. If you're
lucky, no one will start telling you exactly how you should do your job.
But the chances of those are approximately equivalent to seeing a
grammatically accurate post on public boards. Next comes the wonderful
task of people realtions. Apparently, secretary X is mad at secretary Y,
and their personal differences have been causing some rather unpleasant
results. After kicking them both (very hard), you try and settle down
for a moment of peace and quiet, but of course at this point the daily
novice activity report from the novice head comes in, and you have to
sit down with all your little helpers and devise a new brilliant plan
for not going insane. Then there is the list of appeals to review, the
diplomatic relations to confirm, the Maldaathi to annoy, the Forestfolk
to placate, then there are the apology letters stating that the
murderous jester who has warred on every guild in sapience does not
represent the stance of the entire guild...

Did I make my point yet?
As someone who has held over a dozen different leadership positions over
the years, I feel I am somewhat entitled to speak on the subject of a
competent leader's agenda. And if Callianessa IS a competent leader,
with a guild as loose as the Jesters I'd be shocked if she had time for
laughter - except maybe through tears.

- Still not quite retired, but trying very hard,
Silverstorm

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Daedalan, in the year 323 AF.