It was October 2003, and I had battled my way through the job application form and the interview to join the VO.  I was shepherded into the enormous office, filled with bustling people, all doing very important tasks.  I had to sign all sorts of threatening forms regarding official secrecy and personal conduct.  Finally I was shown my desk and chair, and told to go and get my office equipment.  Elizabeth was in charge of the stationery, and I well remember nervously going to ask if could have my share of rulers, pens, calculators hole punches and staplers.  Elizabeth watched over me like a hawk while I nervously claimed my allocation.  I was terrified!  She clearly did not trust me, and I entirely agree with her judgement.

However, I have still got my hole punch and trusty calculator, so Elizabeth will be pleased!

Mark S