Job Secured

Job secured

Well, what a roller coaster of a ride these last few weeks have been.  It was down to the wire –  the gladiatorial battle for the job was due yesterday, but on Monday, everything was turned on its head and we both come away with a job without having to wrestle “naked in a skip” as one colleague put it.   Both of us will now be working four days a week and we can once again get back to being bezzie work colleagues, eating cake and drinking wine! (Note who has what in their hand!).  A four day week is just the best news for me.  I have been daydreaming about my rise to fame, or what musical instrument I’m going to master.  In all seriousness, I will relish the time and head space to be creative.   WHOOP WHOOP!

Fringe superheroes!

This is one of those ‘you had to be there’ moments, but I’ll tell you anyway.  A colleague of mine managed to get a fishbone stuck under his fingernail, causing it to go septic.  This sparked a rather raucous conversation about the fish equivalent of Spiderman.    It started out as Sardine Man, with the ability to fit into tight spaces but I thought Mackerel Man had a better ring to it (and theme tune).

mackerel man

Clearing

Today I had a taste of what it’s like working in a call centre as I manned the phones for University clearing.   Hopeful young students nervously gave me their grades and waited with baited breath while I calculated their credits before putting them through to a tutor for the final decision, or told them they hadn’t met the minimum criteria.

It’s heartbreaking when you tell a young person their grades aren’t good enough, especially when they beg you to consider the fact that they really, really want to do business studies and if they could ‘just talk to the tutor’ they could possibly negotiate their way in…   I can sympathise – I know what it’s like when you don’t get the grades you hoped for!

What’s worse though, are the ranty parents who don’t understand why little Billy wasn’t accepted on the course and “What are YOU basing YOUR criteria on?!!!”.   Not surprisingly I came away with a rather large headache and an overwhelming desire to lie down.   Despite this, it was an enjoyable experience and great to be directly interacting with young people!

Clearing

Gladiators ready?

My friend and colleague and I are currently in a rubbish situation at work. Our two jobs are being reduced to one and we’re being both being interviewed for the remaining post. It’s a horrible position to be in.  Surely it would be better if we could choose our competition event.

Gladiator style?

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Sumo suit wrestling?

Tiddlywinks?

Portaloos

Having recently been to a music festival, this situation is fresh in my mind.   Using a portaloo is one of my biggest fears and one of the reasons I rarely do weekend festivals. The dark, dingy box which is too small to manoeuvre without touching edges that shouldn’t be touched.  Too dark to be sure whether the liquid substance you brushed against was ‘water’ – undoubtedly not but I try not to think about it.

They are inevitably lack toilet paper so the person before you who didn’t think about taking in a handful of ’emergency loo roll’ has had to use a paper towel instead (if they have one) and that is now stuck in the bowl.  And the smell….oh the smell…

well anyway… it made me draw this picture.

Portaloo