After the post about my job description, I remembered that I had forgotten a final conversation on the subject during which we discussed two more suggestions.
My husband’s contribution was “Grand Pooh-Bah” which had my manager first on Google, and then in laughter. He approved broadly, as that meant he could give me EVERYthing that needed doing, and if in doubt bribe me handsomely to do more.
My offering was “so I do many of the bits that no one else is sort of able or willing to, with a fairly free hand in how it is done, and you don’t want to be bothered with the details. Can I be Black Ops?”
So for a laugh, if you could switch your name tag, email signature or otherwise and get away with it - which would you rather?
Sorry, but, a poo what?
Pooh-Bah: …When all the great officers of State resigned in a body because they were too proud to serve under an ex-tailor, did I not unhesitatingly accept all their posts at once?
Pish-Tush: And the salaries attached to them? You did.
Pooh-Bah: It is consequently my degrading duty to serve this upstart as First Lord of the Treasury, Lord Chief Justice, Commander-in-Chief, Lord High Admiral, Master of the Buckhounds, Groom of the Back Stairs, Archbishop of Titipu, and Lord Mayor, both acting and elect, all rolled into one. And at a salary! A Pooh-Bah paid for his services! I a salaried minion! But I do it! It revolts me, but I do it!