Not my kind of day
The sort where it's not mine.
Morning commitments commandeered my plan to spend a nice relaxing day on the beach watching the air force bomb things; decided to leave for work early and drop in to the camera shop on the way to get my hoovering camera cleaned out of all the dust and crap that's afflicting the sensor... a good job, as when I started the car I realised the dashboard clock and my watch were fifteen minutes out of kilter and if I hadn't have left at this second; late for work I would have been and that's not good.
So then.... my morning lost totally, into funland for the late shift and to my horror I discover I'm to work with Fruit'.... two dents in the locker later, I readjust my attitude to a point where I can be in the van with her and not rip her head off. A close run thing though. As said before, a very nice lass but our personalities just do not click... she is one person who's able to push me into a foul unreasonable temper just by the act of being there, let alone opening her mouth. I've never known anyone with who I'm less compatible. Or maybe I just need a checkup from the neckup. A day of being busy for no practical reason ensued; while I had overdue admin things to do, the boss kept us out working for simple reasons of inactivity paranoia that is so prevalent amongst government managers these days.... nonsense. Just as I'm arranging a pint with NB on the way home, the jobsworths in the selection team in Dover find us something to do that involves extending the shift and going out in the downpour for something that's mediocre at best, but as centralising the selection process is senior management's defining moment of glory, nobody's got the balls to say it's a load of old wank and it'd have been better left alone. To top it, our own selection staff completely screwed up my target from yesterday. So, from the moment I got up, the only human being I talked to face to face that wasn't a colleague was the lady at the Pizza shop on the way home. That really isn't my kind of day.
Morning commitments commandeered my plan to spend a nice relaxing day on the beach watching the air force bomb things; decided to leave for work early and drop in to the camera shop on the way to get my hoovering camera cleaned out of all the dust and crap that's afflicting the sensor... a good job, as when I started the car I realised the dashboard clock and my watch were fifteen minutes out of kilter and if I hadn't have left at this second; late for work I would have been and that's not good.
So then.... my morning lost totally, into funland for the late shift and to my horror I discover I'm to work with Fruit'.... two dents in the locker later, I readjust my attitude to a point where I can be in the van with her and not rip her head off. A close run thing though. As said before, a very nice lass but our personalities just do not click... she is one person who's able to push me into a foul unreasonable temper just by the act of being there, let alone opening her mouth. I've never known anyone with who I'm less compatible. Or maybe I just need a checkup from the neckup. A day of being busy for no practical reason ensued; while I had overdue admin things to do, the boss kept us out working for simple reasons of inactivity paranoia that is so prevalent amongst government managers these days.... nonsense. Just as I'm arranging a pint with NB on the way home, the jobsworths in the selection team in Dover find us something to do that involves extending the shift and going out in the downpour for something that's mediocre at best, but as centralising the selection process is senior management's defining moment of glory, nobody's got the balls to say it's a load of old wank and it'd have been better left alone. To top it, our own selection staff completely screwed up my target from yesterday. So, from the moment I got up, the only human being I talked to face to face that wasn't a colleague was the lady at the Pizza shop on the way home. That really isn't my kind of day.
posted by Fred the Singing Bandit at 1:51 am
1 Comments:
How can Mr Hippy in a Suit not get on with anybody, heck Oscar clm down.
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