Super Ben

After Mackerel Man’s debut the other week, his son was quick to request a drawing of himself as a super hero (minus the fishiness). I had a bit of free time on my hands sooo…Super Ben

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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?

Break Time

In this life there are spooners and shakers. The spooners like the comfort of boundaries. When someone says “I’d like half a teaspoon of sugar with my coffee”, a spooner will diligently measure the requested amount of coffee and sugar, and you can be assured that your hot drink will be served at a reasonable strength and just sweet enough.

Shakers, on the other hand, live life on the edge. They have no need for utensils! Instead they prefer guesswork. You cannot be guaranteed consistency with a shaker. One day you might receive a potent, dark coffee that’s bitter and acrid until you hit the bottom where the unstirred heap of sugar (measured by eye) makes you gag and gives your pancreas something to think about. The next day, you may have a cup of slightly caffeinated, watery gnats wee and you chastise yourself for relinquishing control of your morning coffee.

I say this because in an office where people regularly offer to make you a drink, you have to choose wisely. Knowing who the spooners and the shakers are can be the difference between a good Monday morning and a bad one. However, there is one pitfall with some of the muckier spooners which could muddy the friendship between tea drinkers and coffee drinkers. It’s dirty habit which led to my cartoon of the week…

Break time