Thursday, 8 May 2008

Tote That Barge, Lift That Bale...............

I am sorry to have been so remiss and slack of update this week, especially as literally a whole one of you have been clamouring for news.

But look at it from my angle...........I am still in shock......This work business takes up your whole day!

I have to leave home at 8:30am, when the self respecting unemployed are all still abed, and I don't get back until 6:00pm...... Or sometimes even as late as 6:10.

And they don't let you watch telly!

At least the work itself is going well. On the one hand, admin, is admin, is admin.....As long as you can turn up on time, look alert, and knock out a few spreadsheets, you can fit in to most companies.

On the other hand, there is a lot of technical terminology I'm trying to master, and also a lot of detailed procedures to be assimilated.

My boss however, who seems to be a pretty genuine sort of chap, professes himself pleased with my efforts to date, so I'm confident things will work out fine. He clearly likes to run a tight ship, with old school attention to efficiency, accuracy and detail. Fortunately I don't find that sort of thing a problem. Especially at the moment as I am still chock full of "first term" endeavour...... My desk is like that beautifully pristine page in your new school exercise book.

Names though, are a bit more of a tussle. As someone who once worked with a lady called Helen for 7 years, and continually forgot her name, or called her Christine, you can imagine how I am struggling with a lot of new faces at the moment. (It wouldn't have been so bad had I not been her manager at the time.)

But before I close, and drag my weary body up to bed, I have a moment to ponder the single greatest dilemma in the world of commerce.

When to make your sandwiches......... In the morning, or the night before?


Soilman said...

Buying the wretched sandwiches is the way forward. You just can't be making them yourself. Too, too depressing.

Alternative lunch idea: I have taken to bringing asparagus from the plot to work and munching it, raw, at my desk. Unimprovable.

Frankie @ Veg Plot said...

Oh shut up about your asparagus - some of us have to wait another two years before we can eat ours.

As for names, my Father solved the problem by calling everyone Trevor (including me & my Sister).