I’m a regular reader of online news, and generally like to catch up on local news whilst I’m at it. The people who are closest to me will also know that I’m incredibly anal when it comes to basic grammar. I don’t confess to knowing everything there is to know, or always putting it into practice but I do object to journalists who can’t even master the basics. The Watford Observer is usually the best place to catch these journalists at play, and their articles provide a good laugh for the population of Hertfordshire which can be noted by their comments at the bottom of the article.
http://www.watfordobserver.co.uk/display.var.1985466.0.late_licence_dabate_deferred.php
Wednesday, 23 January 2008
Tuesday, 22 January 2008
Memory MIA
Errrr, what was I going to write?
All too often lately I find myself in mid-reach and completely unaware of what I was reaching for. Just now I was about to look something up and I have no idea what I was searching for, earlier I made a cup of tea…..or at least I thought I had. Giving it a stir to get some colour I realised I hadn’t put a tea bag in and I was stirring a cup of hot, weak milk. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t anything work related I was about to look up, but you can never be too careful.
Before I came in this morning I needed to go to the local supermarket to pick up some provisions for the remainder of the week. They’re not open till 8am on a Monday so I usually leave it till Tuesday, that way I can get my bits along with the newest copy of my trashy magazine of choice. Least that’s the plan anyway. I almost always forget what I’m going in for and end up buying what I can manage to remember. I hadn’t bothered to check before I went in if I’d had enough cash to pay for anything, so took a chance. Amazingly I did, and to my surprise I pulled out more that I knew I had. One time I don’t mind forgetting! Least now I’ve enough to pay for Thursday’s tickets. Bargain.
I’d even forgotten to tell my parents that my cousin was expecting a baby, well, not him, his wife is!
Now……who am I?!
All too often lately I find myself in mid-reach and completely unaware of what I was reaching for. Just now I was about to look something up and I have no idea what I was searching for, earlier I made a cup of tea…..or at least I thought I had. Giving it a stir to get some colour I realised I hadn’t put a tea bag in and I was stirring a cup of hot, weak milk. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t anything work related I was about to look up, but you can never be too careful.
Before I came in this morning I needed to go to the local supermarket to pick up some provisions for the remainder of the week. They’re not open till 8am on a Monday so I usually leave it till Tuesday, that way I can get my bits along with the newest copy of my trashy magazine of choice. Least that’s the plan anyway. I almost always forget what I’m going in for and end up buying what I can manage to remember. I hadn’t bothered to check before I went in if I’d had enough cash to pay for anything, so took a chance. Amazingly I did, and to my surprise I pulled out more that I knew I had. One time I don’t mind forgetting! Least now I’ve enough to pay for Thursday’s tickets. Bargain.
I’d even forgotten to tell my parents that my cousin was expecting a baby, well, not him, his wife is!
Now……who am I?!
Monday, 21 January 2008
It’s Always Good to Be Missed……..
……or not as the case may be. The only person to notice my absence for the majority of last week was the new, temporary, HR woman*. Whilst she’s a big improvement over the permanent woman she’s got the eye of a hawk, which somewhat scares me! I was at least expecting the boss to ask where I was last week as I hadn’t bothered phoning in. Unusually, for a woman, I couldn’t even be bothered to pick up the phone so I turned it off completely for the duration of my time off.
Following from my radio whoring a couple of weeks ago, in which I attempted, and failed miserably, to win a branded toaster, I was feeling quite perky – even for me. I’ve always tried to put a positive spin on feeling like death warmed up most days, but now I’m failing miserably. At the beginning of August 2007 I found myself unable to eat or drink without it exiting in a hurried fashion so I gave up trying, narrowly missing a trip to the hospital for a top up on the fluids. In that two weeks I managed to shift a whopping 2 stone in weight. Since then it’s continued to come off, and this weekend I hit the 3 and a half stone lost mark. Cheaper than any diet I’ve ever tried before! So now I’m back to not being able to eat, and whilst I haven’t been sick, I feel constantly so.
So you might think that the arthritis is easing up now I’m not such a Heifer. Wrong, so very wrong. But at least now I have collar bones!
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A total of ninety four emails awaited me when I came in this morning. Luckily most of them were just a case of noting that they were there, allowing me to move onto the more important ones, the ones that work email is meant for…..the joke emails. But one caught my eye in particular from another company, which I had been copied in on. A colleague had sent out some drawings via email (a practice which is frowned upon by anal document controllers such as myself) so they could be commented on – and commented on they were. One excerpt from this email reads,
“I'm afraid there are still quite a lot of technical errors with I'm
disappointed that you have not appreciated. Typical is the trench configuration
and switchgear support to the indoor switchgear and the transformer base size
given the cable configuration from the transformer. Between you, Powermann and
the packages of information already issued and used for Peacock Farm etc., we
should not be in this position.
Some how you need to gain more
knowledge/understanding to enable you to built it correctly. As drawn it won't
work.
I suggest that you, the architects, Powermann and SSE will have to get
round the table, not for another progress meeting but to work through the
technical requirements to enable you to comprehend the issues, together with a
site visit to a substation to turn theory into practical understanding..
Phil, Kevin, Nigel - please pick up this suggestion and arrange. -
If you need my help to be able to thoroughly discuss construction detailed
requirements then I'm happy to get involved.”
I’ve been subjected to this public slating by someone in the past, so I took exception to it happening to someone that I have a lot of time for. If you feel the need to be so vile to someone at least have the decency to grammar check it first. Although I’m glad he didn’t, it just proves what a complete moron he is.
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Meanwhile, the boss has vanished with previously said new HR woman. I can only assume this is to further discuss his bullying tactics. A wet dishrag – sorry - a colleague has accused him of bullying. Whilst I agree with some of what’s been said is bullying I also think a lot is down to the boss being a bit of a twat. He’s one of these people who has to constantly be “in” with everyone and appear to be “one of the lads”. Exactly the kind of person I love to hate. I have been on the receiving end of his comments (“you wallow in self pity”, “any cameras been shoved in you lately?”) but you have to take them with the intelligence they were spoken with….in his case, none. The saga is on going. The kid has been off now for a good 12 weeks, maybe longer, and the situation shows no sign of ending. He even had his mum in here last week to hold his hand, and even then he couldn’t last more than 3 hours. I cannot see them letting the boss go as they won’t be able to replace him, but on the other hand given the situation they can’t exactly tell the kid to leave. Only time will tell I suppose.
Eeek, negative post. Bah, where are my concrete boots?
* I’m hoping the permanent one is going through a long and painful labour. She’s not the nicest person I’ve encountered.
Following from my radio whoring a couple of weeks ago, in which I attempted, and failed miserably, to win a branded toaster, I was feeling quite perky – even for me. I’ve always tried to put a positive spin on feeling like death warmed up most days, but now I’m failing miserably. At the beginning of August 2007 I found myself unable to eat or drink without it exiting in a hurried fashion so I gave up trying, narrowly missing a trip to the hospital for a top up on the fluids. In that two weeks I managed to shift a whopping 2 stone in weight. Since then it’s continued to come off, and this weekend I hit the 3 and a half stone lost mark. Cheaper than any diet I’ve ever tried before! So now I’m back to not being able to eat, and whilst I haven’t been sick, I feel constantly so.
So you might think that the arthritis is easing up now I’m not such a Heifer. Wrong, so very wrong. But at least now I have collar bones!
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A total of ninety four emails awaited me when I came in this morning. Luckily most of them were just a case of noting that they were there, allowing me to move onto the more important ones, the ones that work email is meant for…..the joke emails. But one caught my eye in particular from another company, which I had been copied in on. A colleague had sent out some drawings via email (a practice which is frowned upon by anal document controllers such as myself) so they could be commented on – and commented on they were. One excerpt from this email reads,
“I'm afraid there are still quite a lot of technical errors with I'm
disappointed that you have not appreciated. Typical is the trench configuration
and switchgear support to the indoor switchgear and the transformer base size
given the cable configuration from the transformer. Between you, Powermann and
the packages of information already issued and used for Peacock Farm etc., we
should not be in this position.
Some how you need to gain more
knowledge/understanding to enable you to built it correctly. As drawn it won't
work.
I suggest that you, the architects, Powermann and SSE will have to get
round the table, not for another progress meeting but to work through the
technical requirements to enable you to comprehend the issues, together with a
site visit to a substation to turn theory into practical understanding..
Phil, Kevin, Nigel - please pick up this suggestion and arrange. -
If you need my help to be able to thoroughly discuss construction detailed
requirements then I'm happy to get involved.”
I’ve been subjected to this public slating by someone in the past, so I took exception to it happening to someone that I have a lot of time for. If you feel the need to be so vile to someone at least have the decency to grammar check it first. Although I’m glad he didn’t, it just proves what a complete moron he is.
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Meanwhile, the boss has vanished with previously said new HR woman. I can only assume this is to further discuss his bullying tactics. A wet dishrag – sorry - a colleague has accused him of bullying. Whilst I agree with some of what’s been said is bullying I also think a lot is down to the boss being a bit of a twat. He’s one of these people who has to constantly be “in” with everyone and appear to be “one of the lads”. Exactly the kind of person I love to hate. I have been on the receiving end of his comments (“you wallow in self pity”, “any cameras been shoved in you lately?”) but you have to take them with the intelligence they were spoken with….in his case, none. The saga is on going. The kid has been off now for a good 12 weeks, maybe longer, and the situation shows no sign of ending. He even had his mum in here last week to hold his hand, and even then he couldn’t last more than 3 hours. I cannot see them letting the boss go as they won’t be able to replace him, but on the other hand given the situation they can’t exactly tell the kid to leave. Only time will tell I suppose.
Eeek, negative post. Bah, where are my concrete boots?
* I’m hoping the permanent one is going through a long and painful labour. She’s not the nicest person I’ve encountered.
Tuesday, 18 December 2007
What To Do?
I probably shouldn’t even be writing this as yet, but seeing as only a few people I know are actually aware I have a blog it probably doesn’t matter.
Late morning I was accosted by one of our senior project engineers. I have a lot of respect for this man as he’s a great manager and a pleasure to work with. He doesn’t often require much from me so I was a little taken back that he wanted to talk with me. He said that we needed to talk to someone downstairs with regards to a few document control issues. I was a touch confuddled as I don’t deal with anyone downstairs on the project he claimed it was about, but all was to become clear.
He took me over to a woman I’ve seen around the building regularly, but I hadn’t a clue who she was. We sat in a small meeting room just behind her desk and from the looks on their faces I was expecting my P45!
For the purpose of this blog we’ll call them Bob and Sue.
The first thing Bob said to me was, “Don’t worry; you’re not in any trouble!” I must have looked scared! He said that they wanted to talk to me regarding a team member, who we’ll call Fred, and our boss, who we’ll call Nobby.
Anyway, Fred has been off sick for about 2 and a half months now, possibly more. Nobby has always suggested that Fred has mental health issues and that’s why he’s been signed off for so long. Today was to prove otherwise. I’ll admit, Fred is a wet dish rag and not someone who I’d have hired, but he probably comes cheap. It turns out that Fred has made allegations of bullying about Nobby, and this is the real reason he’s off sick. The kick off was back in July/August time when a new fella started and was introduced around the office.
Being a male dominated environment you can well imagine everyone has a nickname of sorts, ranging from the harmless to the potentially offensive. The name for Fred generally known in the office is “Snot.” Fred was out this particular day that the new guy was introduced round and Nobby had referred to him as Snot rather than his actual name. I can only assume that in his ignorance as a new person he’d mentioned this to Fred the following day, although I’m led to believe that other personal remarks have been made along the way which are really quite nasty.
So now I’m sat in the middle of this saga. Bob and Sue asked me in this meeting what I thought of Nobby. I wasn’t sure if they were meaning personally or as a manager so I gave them both sides, but limited amounts as I’m not a grass. Now I doubt as to whether I should have mentioned a lot more stuff as Sue took particular interest in me telling her some nasty stuff he said to me once.
As it happens I don’t think much of Nobby as a person, and even less of him as a manager. He really couldn’t manage a piddle up in a brewery.
Late morning I was accosted by one of our senior project engineers. I have a lot of respect for this man as he’s a great manager and a pleasure to work with. He doesn’t often require much from me so I was a little taken back that he wanted to talk with me. He said that we needed to talk to someone downstairs with regards to a few document control issues. I was a touch confuddled as I don’t deal with anyone downstairs on the project he claimed it was about, but all was to become clear.
He took me over to a woman I’ve seen around the building regularly, but I hadn’t a clue who she was. We sat in a small meeting room just behind her desk and from the looks on their faces I was expecting my P45!
For the purpose of this blog we’ll call them Bob and Sue.
The first thing Bob said to me was, “Don’t worry; you’re not in any trouble!” I must have looked scared! He said that they wanted to talk to me regarding a team member, who we’ll call Fred, and our boss, who we’ll call Nobby.
Anyway, Fred has been off sick for about 2 and a half months now, possibly more. Nobby has always suggested that Fred has mental health issues and that’s why he’s been signed off for so long. Today was to prove otherwise. I’ll admit, Fred is a wet dish rag and not someone who I’d have hired, but he probably comes cheap. It turns out that Fred has made allegations of bullying about Nobby, and this is the real reason he’s off sick. The kick off was back in July/August time when a new fella started and was introduced around the office.
Being a male dominated environment you can well imagine everyone has a nickname of sorts, ranging from the harmless to the potentially offensive. The name for Fred generally known in the office is “Snot.” Fred was out this particular day that the new guy was introduced round and Nobby had referred to him as Snot rather than his actual name. I can only assume that in his ignorance as a new person he’d mentioned this to Fred the following day, although I’m led to believe that other personal remarks have been made along the way which are really quite nasty.
So now I’m sat in the middle of this saga. Bob and Sue asked me in this meeting what I thought of Nobby. I wasn’t sure if they were meaning personally or as a manager so I gave them both sides, but limited amounts as I’m not a grass. Now I doubt as to whether I should have mentioned a lot more stuff as Sue took particular interest in me telling her some nasty stuff he said to me once.
As it happens I don’t think much of Nobby as a person, and even less of him as a manager. He really couldn’t manage a piddle up in a brewery.
Wednesday, 19 September 2007
Long Time No Blog
I rarely write in here these days, usually preferring to keep things to myself and deal with them in my own way, but perhaps that’s the wrong way to go about it.
It’s no secret to people I know that I’m not in the best of health but I thought, perhaps wrongly, that I dealt with it ok. The days where I am in total despair I prefer to sit in my corner, get my head down and not bring any attention to myself. I work in a big open plan office where privacy can only be gained through sitting in a toilet cubicle; but there you’re limited to eight minutes as the motion activated lights switch off after this time. The sensors only react to movement from the main entrance to the cubicle area so you have to use your time wisely.
Maybe I just need to vent in a massive way. Hold on to your seats.
The 3rd of August was my last proper meal, so that makes seven weeks living on yoghurt, rice, cous cous, chicken soup and tuna. I’ve lost over 2 stone in weight and, perhaps, my sanity. I haven’t been able to even think about eating most days as I feel constantly sick and every time I do try to eat something I’m overcome with horrendous pain. Not a drop of food, liquid or otherwise, was consumed in the first 2 weeks.
I don’t know what to put it down to. I’m taking some medication which was prescribed for my arthritis but also is used in my particular type of bowel disease; although it’s only used to maintain remission. If you haven’t reached remission it’s not going to be of much help. It has, however, been good for my arthritis. I’m less stiff and have less pain in my hip than before I started on these tablets so that has to be a plus. I’m still in constant pain with my back and have developed a couple of lumps in my side.
I have regular blood tests run as these tablets can have a negative effect on the liver but, surprisingly, the results for the set that I had done a couple of weeks after this all kicked off where fine. My inflammation levels were still up but were a lot lower than they have been in the last 3 years. An achievement in itself.
I really don’t know where this is going to bear with me.
I think the biggest problem I have at the moment is with work. My boss has taken it upon himself in the last month or so to be the biggest arse on the planet. Last week he sent me an email that basically blamed ME for someone else’s sheer incompetence. I won’t go into it now because I’ll just end up even more wound up, but today he actually said to me that I wallow in self pity.
Should I be feeling that I have to apologise for being ill? I hadn’t even said anything to him that was in any way shape or form health related.
I give up. I can’t keep having this battle on a daily basis as I have enough to put up with.
It’s no secret to people I know that I’m not in the best of health but I thought, perhaps wrongly, that I dealt with it ok. The days where I am in total despair I prefer to sit in my corner, get my head down and not bring any attention to myself. I work in a big open plan office where privacy can only be gained through sitting in a toilet cubicle; but there you’re limited to eight minutes as the motion activated lights switch off after this time. The sensors only react to movement from the main entrance to the cubicle area so you have to use your time wisely.
Maybe I just need to vent in a massive way. Hold on to your seats.
The 3rd of August was my last proper meal, so that makes seven weeks living on yoghurt, rice, cous cous, chicken soup and tuna. I’ve lost over 2 stone in weight and, perhaps, my sanity. I haven’t been able to even think about eating most days as I feel constantly sick and every time I do try to eat something I’m overcome with horrendous pain. Not a drop of food, liquid or otherwise, was consumed in the first 2 weeks.
I don’t know what to put it down to. I’m taking some medication which was prescribed for my arthritis but also is used in my particular type of bowel disease; although it’s only used to maintain remission. If you haven’t reached remission it’s not going to be of much help. It has, however, been good for my arthritis. I’m less stiff and have less pain in my hip than before I started on these tablets so that has to be a plus. I’m still in constant pain with my back and have developed a couple of lumps in my side.
I have regular blood tests run as these tablets can have a negative effect on the liver but, surprisingly, the results for the set that I had done a couple of weeks after this all kicked off where fine. My inflammation levels were still up but were a lot lower than they have been in the last 3 years. An achievement in itself.
I really don’t know where this is going to bear with me.
I think the biggest problem I have at the moment is with work. My boss has taken it upon himself in the last month or so to be the biggest arse on the planet. Last week he sent me an email that basically blamed ME for someone else’s sheer incompetence. I won’t go into it now because I’ll just end up even more wound up, but today he actually said to me that I wallow in self pity.
Should I be feeling that I have to apologise for being ill? I hadn’t even said anything to him that was in any way shape or form health related.
I give up. I can’t keep having this battle on a daily basis as I have enough to put up with.
Thursday, 5 July 2007
Thank Goodness It’s Finished
Yesterday was a bit of a disastrous day. I was due to re-take my CSCS exam in the afternoon, so all day I had been getting myself mentally prepared for it. That didn’t include revision I hasten to add! I left work at 2.30 so I’d make it back into town in plenty of time. Giving that I’d read about how an earlier power cut was still causing grief around the surrounding roads and car parks I needed to give myself plenty of time.
I needn’t have worried. The roads were relatively clear, normality had been restored in the town centre and the car parks were fully functioning. So I found myself with half an hour to spare. I headed into Superdrug to get some water so I could top up on the painkillers before I went it. After a wander round I decided I’d head down to the test centre. I half expected to wait till my allotted time as I was still 15 minutes early, but they had enough space to let me sit the exam there and then.
The questions started off reasonably easy; they were mostly common sense situations about preventing accidents happening and wearing the right protective clothing. Forty multiple choice questions later I emerged from the room very numb of brain and had totally lost the will to live. The woman responsible for handing out the results pulled mine off the printer and handed it to me with a curt “here are your results”.
Ahhhhh, failure again!
Honestly though, I’m a Document Controller, why the heck should I care about which wire is which in a plug! And I wasn’t particularly bothered about which fire extinguisher puts out an oil fire either.
So I left the test centre and rang my friend who I was meeting up with. She was still at home so I drove over to pick her up and we headed to the cinema.
We went to see Shrek the Third. I thought I’d treat myself to some ice cream; possibly the worst thing I could have eaten really. I think I’m developing a dairy intolerance as I sat through the first half of the film in complete agony with my guts. I was lucky nothing else happened. When the adverts were still rolling some little sh!t a few rows back decided it would be hilarious to throw chocolate at me. It always seems to be me that gets picked on. I’m 26 years old and yet I’m still getting bullied by kids. What the heck is that all about please?
Anyway, after the film ended I cleaned the chocolate out of my hair as best I could before we headed to get something to eat. Another mistake.
We ended up in TGI Fridays, which leads me to explain the title of this rambling. If you take all the initial letters you end up with Thank Goodness It's Finished. I rest my case.
The starter was overly spicy and covered in a disgusting thick sickly sauce. It was so bad I had to leave the vast majority of it. Now, if you know me you’ll know I love my food, so it must have been bad for me not to have finished it. All the edges of the plate were dotted with bits of sauce, so zero points are awarded for presentation.
We both ordered a burger for the main course. You can’t usually go far wrong with one. Ahhh, so very wrong! The bun was burnt to a cinder underneath where they’d tried to toast it. Perhaps they should look up the meaning of “toast”. It’s far from “cremate”.
Perhaps they should give this site a try.
Whinge not over!
The chips were dry, tasteless and cold.
Don’t even get me started on the level of “service”. I use the term loosely because perhaps it should be “disservice”. Rude, unhelpful and awfully presented.
I wasn’t holding out much hope as we sat at the bar after eating what we could salvage. I was pleasantly surprised. The bartender obviously loved his job as he was lively, polite and very well presented. It was a massive contrast to what we’d just come from. He invented a new cocktail for my friend; it had a lot of strawberry vodka and rum in it as well as fresh strawberries and a load of mint. Probably sounds disgusting but it tasted lovely!
So there ends my whinge……for now! Not that anyone’s going to read it, but it was something to do whilst at work!!!
I needn’t have worried. The roads were relatively clear, normality had been restored in the town centre and the car parks were fully functioning. So I found myself with half an hour to spare. I headed into Superdrug to get some water so I could top up on the painkillers before I went it. After a wander round I decided I’d head down to the test centre. I half expected to wait till my allotted time as I was still 15 minutes early, but they had enough space to let me sit the exam there and then.
The questions started off reasonably easy; they were mostly common sense situations about preventing accidents happening and wearing the right protective clothing. Forty multiple choice questions later I emerged from the room very numb of brain and had totally lost the will to live. The woman responsible for handing out the results pulled mine off the printer and handed it to me with a curt “here are your results”.
Ahhhhh, failure again!
Honestly though, I’m a Document Controller, why the heck should I care about which wire is which in a plug! And I wasn’t particularly bothered about which fire extinguisher puts out an oil fire either.
So I left the test centre and rang my friend who I was meeting up with. She was still at home so I drove over to pick her up and we headed to the cinema.
We went to see Shrek the Third. I thought I’d treat myself to some ice cream; possibly the worst thing I could have eaten really. I think I’m developing a dairy intolerance as I sat through the first half of the film in complete agony with my guts. I was lucky nothing else happened. When the adverts were still rolling some little sh!t a few rows back decided it would be hilarious to throw chocolate at me. It always seems to be me that gets picked on. I’m 26 years old and yet I’m still getting bullied by kids. What the heck is that all about please?
Anyway, after the film ended I cleaned the chocolate out of my hair as best I could before we headed to get something to eat. Another mistake.
We ended up in TGI Fridays, which leads me to explain the title of this rambling. If you take all the initial letters you end up with Thank Goodness It's Finished. I rest my case.
The starter was overly spicy and covered in a disgusting thick sickly sauce. It was so bad I had to leave the vast majority of it. Now, if you know me you’ll know I love my food, so it must have been bad for me not to have finished it. All the edges of the plate were dotted with bits of sauce, so zero points are awarded for presentation.
We both ordered a burger for the main course. You can’t usually go far wrong with one. Ahhh, so very wrong! The bun was burnt to a cinder underneath where they’d tried to toast it. Perhaps they should look up the meaning of “toast”. It’s far from “cremate”.
Perhaps they should give this site a try.
Whinge not over!
The chips were dry, tasteless and cold.
Don’t even get me started on the level of “service”. I use the term loosely because perhaps it should be “disservice”. Rude, unhelpful and awfully presented.
I wasn’t holding out much hope as we sat at the bar after eating what we could salvage. I was pleasantly surprised. The bartender obviously loved his job as he was lively, polite and very well presented. It was a massive contrast to what we’d just come from. He invented a new cocktail for my friend; it had a lot of strawberry vodka and rum in it as well as fresh strawberries and a load of mint. Probably sounds disgusting but it tasted lovely!
So there ends my whinge……for now! Not that anyone’s going to read it, but it was something to do whilst at work!!!
Friday, 15 June 2007
Karma, and one too many kormas
I’ve always been a light believer in karma; until this morning.
After spending the best part of 3 months being sexually harassed by a contract worker in this office (they don’t call them contract scum for nothing!) I believed he’d never get any punishment for it. I had deleted all the emails and the IT systems are a bit pants in here so nothing was saved, so ultimately there was no evidence. But today proved me wrong! Bear in mind that he’s not the slimmest of people; think dawn French on steroids after eating the Super-Size me diet for a year.
I’m not one for listening to the conversations in here as they mostly revolve around scantily clad women, motorbikes, food, beer and “oh man, I was so hammered last night.” *** I tend to spend the days with both earphones plugged firmly in and the volume at an indecent level. Although that’s often not enough to drown out a certain persons singing and humming, not to mention the whistling. Anyway, I was just sitting back down from having a bit of a stretch (a procedure which requires the removal of all plugs) and I happened to hear the end of the harasser’s conversation on the phone. It went along the lines of “I was in there for 10 minutes and the communication systems didn’t work. I didn’t know what to do, then the lift dropped and I just panicked.”
I honestly did try to not wet myself laughing; obviously I didn’t try hard enough because it escaped in a very loud snort! To quote a colleague “Yes it is amusing. He walked to his desk first thing like he'd had a stroke, high knee action, limp foot stylee.”
Ahhhh, laughter truly is the best medicine!
*** There’s always a downside for working in a male dominated environment
After spending the best part of 3 months being sexually harassed by a contract worker in this office (they don’t call them contract scum for nothing!) I believed he’d never get any punishment for it. I had deleted all the emails and the IT systems are a bit pants in here so nothing was saved, so ultimately there was no evidence. But today proved me wrong! Bear in mind that he’s not the slimmest of people; think dawn French on steroids after eating the Super-Size me diet for a year.
I’m not one for listening to the conversations in here as they mostly revolve around scantily clad women, motorbikes, food, beer and “oh man, I was so hammered last night.” *** I tend to spend the days with both earphones plugged firmly in and the volume at an indecent level. Although that’s often not enough to drown out a certain persons singing and humming, not to mention the whistling. Anyway, I was just sitting back down from having a bit of a stretch (a procedure which requires the removal of all plugs) and I happened to hear the end of the harasser’s conversation on the phone. It went along the lines of “I was in there for 10 minutes and the communication systems didn’t work. I didn’t know what to do, then the lift dropped and I just panicked.”
I honestly did try to not wet myself laughing; obviously I didn’t try hard enough because it escaped in a very loud snort! To quote a colleague “Yes it is amusing. He walked to his desk first thing like he'd had a stroke, high knee action, limp foot stylee.”
Ahhhh, laughter truly is the best medicine!
*** There’s always a downside for working in a male dominated environment
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