“I did but see her passing by and yet I’ll chunder ’till I die!”
I’m sorry to paraphrase Sir Robert Menzies’ famous quote regarding Queen Elizabeth the second but the play on words occurred to me as I shuffled into work yesterday.
As I solemnly entered through the sliding doors into the foyer I almost ran into a woman who works upstairs who, unfortunately, I have had some unpleasant dealings with over the years. One would struggle to find a more sour faced, rotten person in all of christendom.
A head like a potato and a body like an oversized bean bag give you a superficial glimpse of what she may be like but I can assure you first impressions count in this particular case.
I won’t go into details on a public blog but it’s enough to say that she was a mail sorter who cheated and rorted the system every way possible and inevitably fell foul of her workmates on the floor and was removed from the building to another facility, far from the madding crowd where she had soiled her own bed.
We thought and hoped we had seen the last of her but a run-in with federal authorities in the US saw her gain fifteen minutes of fame and we all had a giggle.
It’s amazing to me how recalcitrant, anti-social types like this particular woman often seem to fall on their feet. I’m not sure if they have people bluffed and can hide their evil interior with a veil of decency and rope the unsuspecting in and trap them before it’s too late or whether the majority of the population are just dull and can’t see they are being taken for a ride.
In any case, the new regime which the powers that be inflicted on us five years ago saw fit to bring this woman back to our workplace, to work upstairs. And it was a promotion no less! The world certainly works in weird and wonderful ways.
Now I have never been a person to hold a grudge which has often been to my detriment as I have been backstabbed by the same people repeatedly over the years after drawing water from the wells of forgiveness and sharing it around but I don’t believe in living a life where hating people is a great priority. And it was the same in this case.
The thing which really annoys me is that this woman, despite the atrocious behaviour she perpetrated against her workmates on the floor, was brought back to work upstairs without a single whisper from the authorities that she was coming. I would have thought someone in charge would have had enough common sense and common decency to come down and talk to the staff, explain that the person concerned was returning and her behaviour would be monitored. But it never happened.
Now she leaves at the same time as those she fell foul of arrive, silent, sullen and sulking, a mask of spite pasted across her face as she encounters those she feels did her wrong, because, like most people of a similar vein, she feels not a shred of remorse or ownership of any blame.
So be it. But we shouldn’t have to put up with it and it is a lucky thing that us “floor-dwellers” are a pragmatic bunch who would rather turn the other cheek than cause trouble. Which we surely could have done.
So, I had a little laugh to myself as the phrase that opened this blog popped into my head as I arrived. But it’s no joke and I often wonder at the silliness of the world and how it works. Particularly in this case.
Have a nice day.
I’m sorry to paraphrase Sir Robert Menzies’ famous quote regarding Queen Elizabeth the second but the play on words occurred to me as I shuffled into work yesterday.
As I solemnly entered through the sliding doors into the foyer I almost ran into a woman who works upstairs who, unfortunately, I have had some unpleasant dealings with over the years. One would struggle to find a more sour faced, rotten person in all of christendom.
A head like a potato and a body like an oversized bean bag give you a superficial glimpse of what she may be like but I can assure you first impressions count in this particular case.
I won’t go into details on a public blog but it’s enough to say that she was a mail sorter who cheated and rorted the system every way possible and inevitably fell foul of her workmates on the floor and was removed from the building to another facility, far from the madding crowd where she had soiled her own bed.
We thought and hoped we had seen the last of her but a run-in with federal authorities in the US saw her gain fifteen minutes of fame and we all had a giggle.
It’s amazing to me how recalcitrant, anti-social types like this particular woman often seem to fall on their feet. I’m not sure if they have people bluffed and can hide their evil interior with a veil of decency and rope the unsuspecting in and trap them before it’s too late or whether the majority of the population are just dull and can’t see they are being taken for a ride.
In any case, the new regime which the powers that be inflicted on us five years ago saw fit to bring this woman back to our workplace, to work upstairs. And it was a promotion no less! The world certainly works in weird and wonderful ways.
Now I have never been a person to hold a grudge which has often been to my detriment as I have been backstabbed by the same people repeatedly over the years after drawing water from the wells of forgiveness and sharing it around but I don’t believe in living a life where hating people is a great priority. And it was the same in this case.
The thing which really annoys me is that this woman, despite the atrocious behaviour she perpetrated against her workmates on the floor, was brought back to work upstairs without a single whisper from the authorities that she was coming. I would have thought someone in charge would have had enough common sense and common decency to come down and talk to the staff, explain that the person concerned was returning and her behaviour would be monitored. But it never happened.
Now she leaves at the same time as those she fell foul of arrive, silent, sullen and sulking, a mask of spite pasted across her face as she encounters those she feels did her wrong, because, like most people of a similar vein, she feels not a shred of remorse or ownership of any blame.
So be it. But we shouldn’t have to put up with it and it is a lucky thing that us “floor-dwellers” are a pragmatic bunch who would rather turn the other cheek than cause trouble. Which we surely could have done.
So, I had a little laugh to myself as the phrase that opened this blog popped into my head as I arrived. But it’s no joke and I often wonder at the silliness of the world and how it works. Particularly in this case.
Have a nice day.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 