82,975
edits
Amwelladmin (talk | contribs) No edit summary |
Amwelladmin (talk | contribs) No edit summary |
||
(22 intermediate revisions by the same user not shown) | |||
Line 1: | Line 1: | ||
{{a| | {{a|opcobooneadventure|}}<div style="text-indent: 20px;">When [[Opco Boone|Opco]], Algy and [[Janice]] filed into the ''Defence Against Indemnities'' classroom, [[Columbia Cavalier|Professor Cavalier]], was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a stout middle-aged management consultant sat at her desk, peering intently through a monocle at a clockwork contraption installed upon it. The machine was labelled “[[Risk taxonomy|RISK TAXONOMISER]]”. The badge on her lapel announced her as [[Imelda Skaggs]], [[Master of Business Administration|M.B.A.]]. | ||
<div style="text-indent: 20px;">When [[Opco Boone|Opco]], Algy and | |||
The machine was labelled RISK TAXONOMISER. | |||
As the class settled in she gleefully twiddled the dials on the machine’s fascia. | |||
“Good Morning, Class!” she beamed. My name is Miss Skaggs. I shall be taking ''Defence Against Indemnities'' for the rest of term. | |||
The | The room fell into an uncomfortable, stony silence. | ||
Skaggs forced a smile. “Any questions, or shall we get on with it?” | |||
Slowly, a hand went up at the back. It belonged to Neville Toadstool, a slow-witted boy with cross-eyes and a big nose. | |||
“Yes, Mr. Toadstool?” | |||
Neville was momentarily taken aback that she should already know his name. Mrs. Skaggs was correspondingly pleased about it. | |||
“Er, Ma’am, where is Professor [[Columbina Cavalier|Cavalier]]?” | |||
Skaggs cleared her throat and addressed the back of the room. “Professor Cavalier has been — ah — reassigned.” | |||
“''Reassigned''?” blurted Algy. “But Madhouse has been teaching Defensive Indemnification for thirty-five years! She’s the best in the business!” | |||
Skaggs pursed her lips. “A little ''too'' long, it seems, class. Her teaching style has been found to be out-dated. It no longer accords with industry [[best practice]].” | |||
“What are you talking about? Her methods are the ''foundation'' for industry best practice!” said Boone, curtly. “[[Columbina Cavalier]] single-handedly defeated a nest of tranched [[CDO]]s at [[Bretton Woods]] with one [[limited recourse]] trigger and misfiring [[Ipso facto clause|ipso facto]] clause. Her balance sheet was barely dented. She’s a certified ''legend''.’ | |||
“Her methods,” intoned Skaggs levelly, “have been [[deemed]] unsound.” | |||
“But —” | |||
“There will be no buts in my class, Mr. Boone. No buts.” | |||
The whole class murmured gloomily in response — all, that is, but [[Roly Punchface]]. | |||
Ramrod sat ramrod-straight in the front row, and yelped, “Good Morning, Ma’am! I say, what have you there? It looks jolly clever!” | |||
The Professor brimmed. “Well, Roly, I’m glad you asked, and yes it ''is'' jolly clever! This is the very latest in modern risk management! It calculates and monitors all risks, tabulates them, and provides an overall risk rating.” | |||
“Cripes! How does it do that, Ma’am?” | |||
“Well, let me show you, Roly.” | |||
Professor Skaggs manipulated the knobs. As she did so, the children could see drive-shafts turning interlocking gears, which drove connected flywheels, which spun tiny fan-belts, which rotated brass ratchets, which triggered a row of winking diodes and a bell that softly pinged. Her eyes betrayed an impish delight at the cleverness of the design: the elegance of the interactions; the intricacy of the machinery. | |||
[[Janice]] looked at Boone. Boone shrugged. Algy had started cutting up his India rubber<ref>In contravention of Skool Rule 66(c) para 3: See {{Br|How To Be Topp}}, G. Willans & R. Searle, 1954</ref> in preparation for a barrage against the little swot in the front row, so paid no attention. | |||
Eventually, the Professor pressed a button marked “ANALYSE”. The machine whirred, rattled, chattered, and eventually spat out a punch-tape from a dispenser at the bottom and dropped into a stainless steel tray. Boone thought he saw a wisp of smoke drift up from the mechanism. | |||
Algy catapulted a small nugget of rubber which caught Punchface upside the head. Punchface squawked. | |||
Professor Skaggs retrieved the punch tape and regarded the output, her eyes aglow. | |||
“Good news! Ambient risk is contained! We are at overall risk level 2.6, which is within acceptable bounds, and can be rendered green on the [[Steerco]] [[RAG indicator|RAG Indicator]]. But, look!” she waved the card and tutted. “Well, that won’t do, will it?” | |||
“What’s that, Miss?” | |||
“Well, Roly, measured against that ambient risk, legal operating costs are too high!” | |||
[[Janice]] put her hand up. The Professor nodded to her to carry on. “How can you tell what the ambient risk is, just by looking at that machine, Professor?” | |||
“Can anyone answer that?” | |||
Roly Punchface shot his hand into the air. The Professor pretended not to see it. She cast about the rest of the room. “Anyone?” | |||
“Miss!” squeaked Punchface. | |||
The Professor regarded the class register. “This might give me a chance to get to know you. Let me see now ...” She ran her finger down the list. “Bailey, Algernon Bailey?” | |||
Algy, still preoccupied with his rubber, was not paying attention and therefore reacted as if he has been shot. “Er —” | |||
[[Janice]] kicked him in the shins under the table. “''[[Side letter]]!''” she hissed. | |||
Algy rubbed his shin and glared at her. “Ah, a side letter, Miss?” | |||
Professor Skaggs paused, and sighed, and patiently said, “No, Bailey, side letters are not best pra —” | |||
“[[Disclaimer|DISCLAIMERS]]?” blurted Algy. | |||
“Miss!” squeaked Roly. | |||
Again, the Professor pretended not to hear. “Anyone?” | |||
“[[Hold harmless]] executed under seal by [[deed poll]]?” volunteered [[Janice]]. | |||
“''Heavens'' no! What ''has'' Professor Bumblebore been teaching you?” | |||
“Miss! Miss!!” Roly was hyperventilating now. | |||
“Limited recourse?” put in Boone. | |||
“No, no, no! ''Really'', children: You are thinking about this all wrong. Think about the big picture. Think in terms of overall risk.” | |||
Roly Punchface could bear it no longer. “[[Key performance indicator|KEY PERFORMANCE INDICATOR]]S MISS!!!” | |||
The room went quiet. Professor Skaggs sparkled with delight. She wheeled on the spot and regarded unctuous little Punchface, licking his lips from the front row. “Ex''actly'', Roly! [[Key performance indicator]]! | |||
</div> | </div> | ||
<references /> |