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Oops, nearly gave one to an old person!
My new workplace
Eighteen months ago the questions I faced at work were along the lines of why, in near-impossible conditions, I hadn't rung so-and-so back: the accumulation of private wealth glossed as customer service.
Yesterday, in Leeds, my brilliant supervisor looked disparagingly at the beginning of a weak sentence. "But looby, 'It will be argued that...' is a different form of speech act. What are the conditions on which it will be argued?" That's more like the sort of question I want to face. Afterwards I finally completed my registration: I now have a photo that looks like it was taken just before formal charges were laid; and a girl in a white T-shirt outside Leeds University's main building was handing out flyers for a some disco or other, but withdrew the card after glancing at me.
On the train back a man was reading a paper which contained a phone ad for "30 second yank". Although I think I prefer that to the inane work-based mobile witterings about "seeing how far we can run with this" and the whole carriage knowing that he will "have to talk to Mandy on Tuesday." Why do employers think that their grasp extends to employees' journeys home?
Tonight, I've been hacking away at a block of wood in the back yard to make kindling in order to make a fire for the Hungarians, who have been on a trip to Chester and are coming back any minute. There's some feta, olives, radish, potatoes and pitta bread and a bottle of wine for a labour-unintensive dinner for them. I want everything to be cosy for them when they arrive.
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It’s great - haven’t done this for anyone for years. And it did look nice - wine open, glasses glinting in the light of the coal fire, tea nearly ready… domestic bliss!
…Shag,no,no no whatever could I have been thinking.Lol
Sounds like you are having a great time mate.
Of course you were not! :) No actually, on my heart, that’s not what I’m after. Not with them. Seriouscrush yes. I like them taking up all the towel rail and cooking these meals with cream slathered everywhere. It’s very nice.
That picture is great! No cubicle decorating contests for you, huh?
Cublicle decorating contests? Sorry, that’s lost in translation!
Surely you’ve seen the movie Office Space? If not, get thee to a video store immediately.
I have friends who work in shitty office jobs, and they sit at cubicles. For “excitement", some of their offices hold cubicle decorating contests ("This week’s theme is Sports Nut!"). It’s a very depressing way for corporations to try and seem fun. The terrifying thing is that people fall for it. This is why I will never have a desk job (or get paid like my friends do).
No, haven’t seen it but will keep my eye out for that one. I’ve done enough of that kind of job to last me a lifetime. When I last did it they used to have these hideous nights out where everyone dressed like a thug or a whore and went and drank purple drinks in crap pubs.
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