...it ended with a rip...
Well what a week it's not been.
So anyway it started off alright. Bit warlike in the office due to them not consulting us about Christmas working. Then came a quality review: oh dear. When those two words come together, it's "Moida" (or for those who didn't watch Hart to Hart, murder).
Quality, measured by a tool with doesn't work, and which isn't actually linked to our performance therefor not to our pay packet. It wasn't actually linked to anything, and only seemed to exist to give one of our top heavy management team something to twiddle his databases for, and our not-the-best-at-training-trainer and opportunity to write bitchy comments. The team was not amused.
And then Friday rolled around. Collette's going away party. Loads of people turned up and a good night was had by all. Sad though, but inevitable. She loved the chain I bought her, which was a very good point! :-)
All went well until we were going home. I sat down on the bus, and as I'm doing so I hear a sound which strikes terror into anyones heart!. My trousers ripped!!!!!! ARRGGHHHHHHH!!! A big smile shapped tear right across the back!!! Brand new, never worn before, and now ripped right across like someone had decided to hack me symmetricly with a knife. Luckily, a) I was going home and b) I was wearing a long jumper which kind of covered it. Still I got a few strange looks while walking (or course, the moral here is when wearing black trousers, never wear white underwear, just in case.
So anyway it started off alright. Bit warlike in the office due to them not consulting us about Christmas working. Then came a quality review: oh dear. When those two words come together, it's "Moida" (or for those who didn't watch Hart to Hart, murder).
Quality, measured by a tool with doesn't work, and which isn't actually linked to our performance therefor not to our pay packet. It wasn't actually linked to anything, and only seemed to exist to give one of our top heavy management team something to twiddle his databases for, and our not-the-best-at-training-trainer and opportunity to write bitchy comments. The team was not amused.
And then Friday rolled around. Collette's going away party. Loads of people turned up and a good night was had by all. Sad though, but inevitable. She loved the chain I bought her, which was a very good point! :-)
All went well until we were going home. I sat down on the bus, and as I'm doing so I hear a sound which strikes terror into anyones heart!. My trousers ripped!!!!!! ARRGGHHHHHHH!!! A big smile shapped tear right across the back!!! Brand new, never worn before, and now ripped right across like someone had decided to hack me symmetricly with a knife. Luckily, a) I was going home and b) I was wearing a long jumper which kind of covered it. Still I got a few strange looks while walking (or course, the moral here is when wearing black trousers, never wear white underwear, just in case.