Her career took a hit.

Janet is the patron saint of procrastination. I'm thinking of erecting her a shrine of doughnut boxes in the breakroom.

But he to shifte their curious request, Gan causen, why she could not come in place; Her crased helth, her late recourse to rest, And humid euening ill for sicke folkes cace, But none of those excuses could take place; Ne would they eate, till she in presence came.

Ms. Black’s cause has been further hampered by the supersecretive way she was selected, which led to a vacuum in the days after the announcement that was easily filled by the mounting opposition.