Once more I have sunk to the long end of the day and home time is beckoning me like a Saigon bargirl in need of a buck.
It hasn’t been a bad week as week’s here go. The days haven’t exactly flown by but they haven’t dragged either which they often do. The work hasn’t been plentiful but it’s been steady, not too much time to stand around and do nothing. I’ve once again been ensconsed in my private little area quietly working away by myself, no one bothering me. Not quite a little piece of heaven but good enough for these days.
There has been a bit of drama too between the floor dwellers and management but nothing I can get too far into on this forum lest I be scolded personally and professionally.
Perhaps these distractions have seen the week slip by at a higher tempo than usual, the drama and intrigue a salve for my barren imagination enabling me to ponder motives of those with whom I work as they act in ways which are the opposite of their usual behaviour.
Of course current standards of conduct among the staff are ridiculously high these days compared to the salaciousness of those gone by when lust, jealousy, passion, pride and prejudice flowed through the veins and sinews of this brick and mortar shelter without fear or favour and gossip filled the days for those not engaged in the aforementioned frivolity.
From the battle of the vanity queens to the antics of a psychotic lesbian, from sociopathic predators to religious extremists, from manic depressive unionists to nymphomaniacs, from supervisory lotharios to thieves and fools, we have had them all!
Of course we still have some strange and bizarre beings congregate in our workspace, people who would seemingly be better placed in a sheltered workshop or locked in their house all day away from the public where they would no doubt cause stress and strain for those unlucky enough to stray into their path. But by and large these people are minnows when compared to the type who used to terrorise us with their miserable personalities.
Regrettably and inevitably I sometimes became caught up in some of this activity. Being a young, unwordly lad with an innocent nature I could often be prey for those unscrupulous enough to take advantage of one so irreproachable. But it has left me with a number of stories to tell about a variety of characters good and bad and maybe one day the mosaic of life which I have been a part of will be recorded for posterity. There is a book in the making but will I be so brave as to write it?!
Until then I will leave it alone. This blog is not the place to recount such sordid tales. For now they live only in my memory, waiting for the time they will be recounted in print and people far and wide through the ACT and surrounds may cringe when trying to reconcile with themselves as to whether the character in that book is in any way based on them.
My character of course will be depicted as I truly am, more pure than the driven snow, rays of sunshine will pour from my soul and all around me will be well and good as I fight off the nefarious advances of various females intent on securing a place for me in their mental record books.
The only thing left for me to do may be to decide who will play me in any movie adaptation. George Clooney? Too old. Brad Pitt? Getting on as well. Russell Crowe? I don’t think so. Maybe Ryan Gosling will be interested? Hope he can do me justice!
But for now I will continue on my way, plodding through life day by day. And beware, if you know me, you may one day get a role in my memoirs, so just remember to be nice, lest you be included with the scoundrels and scallywags of my past. But above all, have a nice day.
It hasn’t been a bad week as week’s here go. The days haven’t exactly flown by but they haven’t dragged either which they often do. The work hasn’t been plentiful but it’s been steady, not too much time to stand around and do nothing. I’ve once again been ensconsed in my private little area quietly working away by myself, no one bothering me. Not quite a little piece of heaven but good enough for these days.
There has been a bit of drama too between the floor dwellers and management but nothing I can get too far into on this forum lest I be scolded personally and professionally.
Perhaps these distractions have seen the week slip by at a higher tempo than usual, the drama and intrigue a salve for my barren imagination enabling me to ponder motives of those with whom I work as they act in ways which are the opposite of their usual behaviour.
Of course current standards of conduct among the staff are ridiculously high these days compared to the salaciousness of those gone by when lust, jealousy, passion, pride and prejudice flowed through the veins and sinews of this brick and mortar shelter without fear or favour and gossip filled the days for those not engaged in the aforementioned frivolity.
From the battle of the vanity queens to the antics of a psychotic lesbian, from sociopathic predators to religious extremists, from manic depressive unionists to nymphomaniacs, from supervisory lotharios to thieves and fools, we have had them all!
Of course we still have some strange and bizarre beings congregate in our workspace, people who would seemingly be better placed in a sheltered workshop or locked in their house all day away from the public where they would no doubt cause stress and strain for those unlucky enough to stray into their path. But by and large these people are minnows when compared to the type who used to terrorise us with their miserable personalities.
Regrettably and inevitably I sometimes became caught up in some of this activity. Being a young, unwordly lad with an innocent nature I could often be prey for those unscrupulous enough to take advantage of one so irreproachable. But it has left me with a number of stories to tell about a variety of characters good and bad and maybe one day the mosaic of life which I have been a part of will be recorded for posterity. There is a book in the making but will I be so brave as to write it?!
Until then I will leave it alone. This blog is not the place to recount such sordid tales. For now they live only in my memory, waiting for the time they will be recounted in print and people far and wide through the ACT and surrounds may cringe when trying to reconcile with themselves as to whether the character in that book is in any way based on them.
My character of course will be depicted as I truly am, more pure than the driven snow, rays of sunshine will pour from my soul and all around me will be well and good as I fight off the nefarious advances of various females intent on securing a place for me in their mental record books.
The only thing left for me to do may be to decide who will play me in any movie adaptation. George Clooney? Too old. Brad Pitt? Getting on as well. Russell Crowe? I don’t think so. Maybe Ryan Gosling will be interested? Hope he can do me justice!
But for now I will continue on my way, plodding through life day by day. And beware, if you know me, you may one day get a role in my memoirs, so just remember to be nice, lest you be included with the scoundrels and scallywags of my past. But above all, have a nice day.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 