18 June 2015
I am given a Very Important and Presidential job to do. I have to sign the exam certificates for the people who’ve passed the Patent Administration Course. There are over a hundred. It is conceivable that the other Officers have organised this specially. They must have thought: if she spends half a day signing certificates, then at least that’s half a day when she can’t be adding things to the ginormous email. And they are right: it is hard enough remembering how to write my name without a mouse and a keyboard, and I am certainly in no mood to be distracted by emails, even my own. 20 June 2015 We are approaching the second Council meeting with me in the chair. Writing the agenda, it occurs to me that I am already one-twelfth of the way into my presidency and that so far I have done nothing particularly exciting apart from a Pickled Parts Party and an afternoon tea. It is probably time I turned my attention to what I should do to improve CIPA this year. Of course, I have to be careful. If I improve CIPA too much, I will have nothing left to poke fun at in my not-so-secret diary. And then quite possibly CIPA members will stop reading the diary, which it turns out is indeed not so secret, and then they will no longer know nor care what is going on in their Institute. Apart from through the whizzy e-newsletter, that is, but Mr Lampert is not allowed to poke fun at things in the whizzy e-newsletter, and it is only when you poke fun at things that people really start paying attention, in case you are poking fun at them. In the end, I decide that we are some way off the day when there is nothing left to poke fun at. Instead I will do as advised, and concentrate on the short-term wins, like, er, maybe getting some new chairs for the Members’ Room.
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