People are Strange . . .
I hate office politics. Rumour has it that my job may not be as secure as I thought, and I could be on my arse with a weeks’ notice. It’s a long story how it works, but I’m basically on secondment which means I’m not on a normal contract as such, just on internal transfer. ANYWAY, I don’t know if this rumour is an actual threat to my job security, or people playing nasty games with each other behind the scenes. I’m hoping it’s the latter, but you can never be too sure about these things. Still, it might just be bullshit, but it didn’t make me feel terribly good today. I don’t like being toyed with.
On a happier note, I got chocolates the other day from a detective to say thank you for getting an emergency order done quickly for him. I passed them on to the transcription agency, though, since they’re the ones that do the REAL work. All the same, the recognition is appreciated. I’ll miss working there if I do get dumped. It’s quiet, it’s boring, it’s quite routine, but I like having my own office now, and working with operational police members is great. They are, on the whole, polite, and grateful, and have a sense of humour. So much better than Joe Public
Meanwhile . . .
The other day my housemate and I were grocery shopping. In the fruit and veg aisle I saw a man place a sneaker on the scales. He was casually dressed, but smart, middle aged, one of the many “better-offs” that live in this area. And he was weighing a sneaker on scales meant for vegetables and fruit. Closer inspection showed he had a hiking backpack, and was actually weighing EVERYTHING individually and noting the exact weight of every item. Tarps, clothes, utensils. Everything. I giggled, but we kept going. After completing the rest of our grocery shopping, we noticed he was just finishing up; basically, he was weighing stuff for the entire duration it took us to do our weekly grocery shopping (including the time wasted zooming up and down the aisles riding the trolley like a scooter).
My theory is he was trying to weigh his sneaker on the kitchen scales at home when his wife busted him, and told him to go use someone else’s scales. He seemed pretty clueless about the whole thing, so I guess the camping get-up was for some kind of management or corporate team building exercise where a bunch of suits go bush and pay a lot of money for the privilege.
But really, weighing your sneakers on public, supermarket, fruit & veg scales . . . ?!
On a happier note, I got chocolates the other day from a detective to say thank you for getting an emergency order done quickly for him. I passed them on to the transcription agency, though, since they’re the ones that do the REAL work. All the same, the recognition is appreciated. I’ll miss working there if I do get dumped. It’s quiet, it’s boring, it’s quite routine, but I like having my own office now, and working with operational police members is great. They are, on the whole, polite, and grateful, and have a sense of humour. So much better than Joe Public
Meanwhile . . .
The other day my housemate and I were grocery shopping. In the fruit and veg aisle I saw a man place a sneaker on the scales. He was casually dressed, but smart, middle aged, one of the many “better-offs” that live in this area. And he was weighing a sneaker on scales meant for vegetables and fruit. Closer inspection showed he had a hiking backpack, and was actually weighing EVERYTHING individually and noting the exact weight of every item. Tarps, clothes, utensils. Everything. I giggled, but we kept going. After completing the rest of our grocery shopping, we noticed he was just finishing up; basically, he was weighing stuff for the entire duration it took us to do our weekly grocery shopping (including the time wasted zooming up and down the aisles riding the trolley like a scooter).
My theory is he was trying to weigh his sneaker on the kitchen scales at home when his wife busted him, and told him to go use someone else’s scales. He seemed pretty clueless about the whole thing, so I guess the camping get-up was for some kind of management or corporate team building exercise where a bunch of suits go bush and pay a lot of money for the privilege.
But really, weighing your sneakers on public, supermarket, fruit & veg scales . . . ?!