It’s funny, the things which inspire me to write. All week, work has been going relatively well. At least as well as life at the MC can go!
Our regular supervisor has been off working on a project and our usual second in charge has held the baton for a week.
He is very decent and affable and capable and speaks to the staff well which is all we ask. I know he reads this blog too so it’s lucky all I say is true!
As a result, a week which could have devolved into chaos and confusion has passed reasonably pain free. Which is a relief.
But it has left me without much inspiration for my blog! The passion whipped up bad management, quirky characters, unseemly events and edginess supplied by boring days, all of which stir up intensity and lure me to the keyboard have been absent recently. I have wanted to write but these key ingredients have been missing. Until today.
It usually only takes a week or so before I rouse myself, let the silliness kick in and I can jot down the random ramblings entering my head.
The sight of our acting manager prowling the floor has given me the werewithall to record another entry though, paradoxically, I am not going to write about him.
The nature of this fellow and how he has ended up in such a position are two subjects I could fill a novella with but on this occasion I am going to surrender myself to reason and observe the self-made rule which I often break; not being critical of my workplace and, or, people who have risen to positions of authority there.
I will leave that entry for my final days at AP when higher powers will no longer be able to strike me down and the foaming injustices which I have suffered over the years, imaginary or not will come spewing forth, giving me a modicum of satisfaction at last. Or not.
Until then the ammunition will stay firmly in the pouch until the day comes when I can vent my fury.
So, all in all it was a lucky thing I spotted him as the encounter has gotten the creative juices pumping.
I’m sure some of you are reading this and thinking, “here he goes again! He lives a charmed life and he is still complaining”. And maybe you would be right in your exasperation.
I think a combination of situations combine throughout our lives creating a “perfect storm” of emotions which only need a signal to begin to rain down on innocent people, leaving a trail of destruction in it’s path.
Our lives are very ordered and disciplined. Many of us follow rigid patterns in our daily routines, forced into conciliatory tones with partners, workmates, fellow drivers and people in authority. This is the secret of an ordered society and most of us wouldn’t want it any other way.
Occasionally, the routine of life crinkles the patience of the sanest people and we need to break out. For me, writing is the way out. And so it has proven today.
So, as it is late on Friday night and the weekend beckons and Linda has gone to bed and I am annoying her with my typing, I will sign off on my tirade for now and rest my weary head and will come up again tomorrow for another round inthis fabulous game we play. Have a good night.
Our regular supervisor has been off working on a project and our usual second in charge has held the baton for a week.
He is very decent and affable and capable and speaks to the staff well which is all we ask. I know he reads this blog too so it’s lucky all I say is true!
As a result, a week which could have devolved into chaos and confusion has passed reasonably pain free. Which is a relief.
But it has left me without much inspiration for my blog! The passion whipped up bad management, quirky characters, unseemly events and edginess supplied by boring days, all of which stir up intensity and lure me to the keyboard have been absent recently. I have wanted to write but these key ingredients have been missing. Until today.
It usually only takes a week or so before I rouse myself, let the silliness kick in and I can jot down the random ramblings entering my head.
The sight of our acting manager prowling the floor has given me the werewithall to record another entry though, paradoxically, I am not going to write about him.
The nature of this fellow and how he has ended up in such a position are two subjects I could fill a novella with but on this occasion I am going to surrender myself to reason and observe the self-made rule which I often break; not being critical of my workplace and, or, people who have risen to positions of authority there.
I will leave that entry for my final days at AP when higher powers will no longer be able to strike me down and the foaming injustices which I have suffered over the years, imaginary or not will come spewing forth, giving me a modicum of satisfaction at last. Or not.
Until then the ammunition will stay firmly in the pouch until the day comes when I can vent my fury.
So, all in all it was a lucky thing I spotted him as the encounter has gotten the creative juices pumping.
I’m sure some of you are reading this and thinking, “here he goes again! He lives a charmed life and he is still complaining”. And maybe you would be right in your exasperation.
I think a combination of situations combine throughout our lives creating a “perfect storm” of emotions which only need a signal to begin to rain down on innocent people, leaving a trail of destruction in it’s path.
Our lives are very ordered and disciplined. Many of us follow rigid patterns in our daily routines, forced into conciliatory tones with partners, workmates, fellow drivers and people in authority. This is the secret of an ordered society and most of us wouldn’t want it any other way.
Occasionally, the routine of life crinkles the patience of the sanest people and we need to break out. For me, writing is the way out. And so it has proven today.
So, as it is late on Friday night and the weekend beckons and Linda has gone to bed and I am annoying her with my typing, I will sign off on my tirade for now and rest my weary head and will come up again tomorrow for another round inthis fabulous game we play. Have a good night.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 