I’ve run out of things to say. I never thought that would happen.
Part 2 of yesterday’s post is on hold, because the day has failed to provide the necessary spark of inspiration. I could force it but I’d rather do it well.
This morning I had to confess to my sister that I had (a) lost a letter I was supposed to send to the accountant and (b) couldn’t find the electronic copy to download. So far my tenure as executor has not been marked by any degree of competence. Fortunately my sister is doing the actual work and I just have to sign things and look decorative.
Then I sent the surgery a copy of my driving license as they need photo ID to re-issue my NHS pass word, which has never actually worked. I got an email by return, asking for my email address so they could send the password.
Yes, that’s right.
It was followed moments later by a sheepish phone call – the supervisor had spotted what had happened and had forced the culprit to ring me and apologise. I thought it was funny and told her how we had once put the return address on the front of a parcel by accident – resulting in us sending a parcel to ourselves. Much hilarity ensued and we parted on good terms.
It rained most of the day, and was unseasonally cold, as a reminder that September is just around the corner.
I could do without that.
A customer with a 2.30 appointment rang to ask if he could come early, and I said yes because I was happy to increase my chances of picking Julia up on time. Of course, the plan went wrong. He stood round talking and left just after three, at which point my co-worker, and the Universe, seemed to slow down. The queue over the bridge was worse than usual and I was 20 minutes late picking her up.
I listened to an interesting radio programme on wildlife as I queued so it wasn’t a complete waste, though I didn’t tell Julia that.
The TESCO delivery service arrived half an hour early, but I can’t be bothered to talk about efficiency or their increased costs.
The school where Julia’s project is based has bullied its way into making MENCAP allow it access through the gardens so they can send their lower school in that way. This will be inconvenient in the morning when Julia is trying to set up, but worse in the afternoon when they will disrupt the routine of the group members. As a number of them are quite withdrawn and don’t adapt well to change we are hoping it doesn’t do too much damage.
The thing I most object to, though, is that the school got its way by a number of bullying tactics, including telling Julia they would refuse her access to water.
I’d like to alert the Press and repay the bullying by causing some stress but Julia, as usual, won’t take decisive action. That’s why bullies prosper. It’s also why bad management proliferates.
If bullies and useless, cowardly managers were tarred and feathered and secured to their own front gates with cable ties (not that I have planned any of this, just in case it ever comes to court) there would be a lot less of it about.
The old practice of hanging, drawing and quartering had a lot to recommend it., and I wouldn’t object to extending its use to delivery drivers who arrive too early.
The photo has nothing to do with the post. It’s a coin, believe it or not. It’s from Ghana, a country not normally associated with Ancient Egypt. Other issuers of coins of King Tut include the Isle of Man and the Cook Islands. They are much more famous for issuing novelty coins than they are for having Pyramids.
Yes. The school refuse any compromise and Mencap gives her no support. The Headmaster seems to have no management skills, the caretaker is a petty tyrant and Julia’s boss has proved beyond doubt to be a jobsworth jellyfish of the highest order.
Drawing and quartering, huh….
That would be my preference. Particularly for the school caretaker who was rude to JUlia today. I will repay.
Makes sense to me
Only you could begin a long post with “I’ve run out of things to say”. I had to reread that NHS password paragraph several times to get the point – wonderful.
She was a very nice woman, but working under pressure. I often find that once I get writing my brain tends to start working.
I often ask myself, “What would Tuvok do?” 🙂
Forget Tuvok, what would Worf do? Grrrr….
I liked Worf in STNG and DS9, but I think Vulcan logic is sorely needed in these times we are living in.
Logic may be needed in the world, but I feel the situation with the school caretaker requires a big man with a sharp sword. Though I know they don’t call it a sword – I just forget the name. 🙂
Refuse her water? Straight out of Jean de Florette.
He told her today, in front of a group of people, that he wasn’t going to talk to her about the arrangements as he now just talks to her boss. In my day we nicknamed our caretaker “Hitler”. They are all of a type.
Can’t “like” this, Quercus. What. The. Heck. I sure do hope Julia’s boss sticks up for her.
Today, it appears, her boss has rolled over and undermined Julia’s efforts. Fortunately we can retire soon.
Yes, only two solutions with this kind of boss—retire or find a new job. Sad.
New jobs cam be hard to find when you’re our age.
I’ll have to start selling the contents of the house on eBay.
Clif retired because of a bad boss. Who was then, a couple years later, was asked to leave because of her behavior.
Just a couple of years too late…
What happened to Clif is very disturbing, but unfortunately all too common.
But it did open up a whole new career as a sidekick and snow gauge. As one door closes…
Another opens. 😉
We were discussing this point today in the shop – one of the customers saying that he’d managed to pass his ex-employer in a shop without having to stop to talk – one advantage of wearing a mask. 🙂
Tell Julia I’m thinking of her.
Will do. Thank you.
I have searched diligently in the corners of my mind for a comment that would be both sympathetic and encouraging but as I couldn’t find one, I won’t leave a comment today.
It is, as they say, the thought that counts, so thank you for thinking of making a comment.
I will try to do better next time.
No need, your effort was appreciated and passed the quality threshold for inclusion on the blog with room to spare.