It’s the “Day of Infamy”, December 7 but things are much calmer here in the southern reaches of Australia’s capital than they were in Hawaii 71 years ago today.
It’s a little cloudy with moderate temperatures so far, a coolish breeze wafting through the window next to me as I write. All in all rather pleasant except for a feeling of lethargy and tiredness which is laying on me like a wet blanket.
The accumulation of a week’s work has hit me but some late nights and early mornings have also contributed to my lack of energy plus the slight cold which has been dogging me all week and the nagging cough which it has invented over the last few days to try my patience and purge my lungs.
We have teenagers sleeping over again. Megan had her Year 10 formal last night and apparently the way of the world is such that there has to be an “after party”.
Why Year 10 students need an after party is beyond me but after attending one of these functions after the formal a group of them returned here and had a sleepover. Joy to the world!
I am a little bit over sleepovers. Random adolescents lying like beached whales in my lounge room is a novelty for a while but after several of these gatherings in the last couple of months my patience with the younger generation has run out. I really don’t understand why they have to be together all the time. They are like an army on campaign, in each other’s pockets all the time, working together, playing together, sleeping together. This commander in chief is calling time on this operation and demobilizing the troops. The orders have been sent out and there will be a moratorium on sleepovers until the end of the year. Morale may plummet in the camp but the junta has spoken and there will be no mercy for those who choose to argue the point with the authorities.
Now they are all awake and alert and have all decided they want to have showers! I should tell them to leave their money on the fridge. The ideas behind water saving and high energy costs are obviously lost on the young and how five of them are going to squeeze hot water out for all of them considering the less than liberal nature of teenage shower usuage could be interesting.
When I was 16 I never showered for days when I was on holidays! What is wrong with these kids?!
School holidays suck!
As for work, I can’t complain. There has been a lift in volume this week as one would expect and we have casuals training, looking for all the world like a visiting sub-continental cricket team on tour, readying themselves for next week’s onslaught.
The acting manager was on the floor yesterday trying to be friendly. He sat in on our team briefing and the regional manager sat in on the day shift discussion and one can only wonder at the machinations behind this unusual occurrence. There would be some reasoning behind it and it can’t be good. I would bet money it something cunning and deceitful.
As I was cowering in my large letter cubicle pretending to work and displaying a large level of fake concentration trying to avoid the acting manager as he walked past, I found my efforts to be in vein and he stopped as he wandered by and engaged in friendly banter. Now I am not by nature a rude sod and treated him well enough as I have known him for 25 years and he was in fact the first person I met the first day I started on the floor in the old building all those years ago.
It was a bit strange that he asked me if I was looking for another job and I replied I would be elsewhere if I could find somewhere to go. He waxed lyrical about how I was still young enough to find another employer and I started to get uneasy about where this was going and the prospects of an enjoyable future at my current workplace.
He said I should go for it but avoid the public service. The first thing that popped into my head which I luckily avoided saying was that it couldn’t be run any worse than this place! And they wonder why morale is in the toilet!
So the catherine wheel has kept on spinning and we have found ourselves back at another Friday preparing to go through the motions before the enjoyment of the weekend breaks upon us.
So, I will go upon my way again, find something more proactive to do than waste my time on the internet and I hope wherever you are you too can find some comfort and solace in the day and have a good one.
Until next time.
It’s a little cloudy with moderate temperatures so far, a coolish breeze wafting through the window next to me as I write. All in all rather pleasant except for a feeling of lethargy and tiredness which is laying on me like a wet blanket.
The accumulation of a week’s work has hit me but some late nights and early mornings have also contributed to my lack of energy plus the slight cold which has been dogging me all week and the nagging cough which it has invented over the last few days to try my patience and purge my lungs.
We have teenagers sleeping over again. Megan had her Year 10 formal last night and apparently the way of the world is such that there has to be an “after party”.
Why Year 10 students need an after party is beyond me but after attending one of these functions after the formal a group of them returned here and had a sleepover. Joy to the world!
I am a little bit over sleepovers. Random adolescents lying like beached whales in my lounge room is a novelty for a while but after several of these gatherings in the last couple of months my patience with the younger generation has run out. I really don’t understand why they have to be together all the time. They are like an army on campaign, in each other’s pockets all the time, working together, playing together, sleeping together. This commander in chief is calling time on this operation and demobilizing the troops. The orders have been sent out and there will be a moratorium on sleepovers until the end of the year. Morale may plummet in the camp but the junta has spoken and there will be no mercy for those who choose to argue the point with the authorities.
Now they are all awake and alert and have all decided they want to have showers! I should tell them to leave their money on the fridge. The ideas behind water saving and high energy costs are obviously lost on the young and how five of them are going to squeeze hot water out for all of them considering the less than liberal nature of teenage shower usuage could be interesting.
When I was 16 I never showered for days when I was on holidays! What is wrong with these kids?!
School holidays suck!
As for work, I can’t complain. There has been a lift in volume this week as one would expect and we have casuals training, looking for all the world like a visiting sub-continental cricket team on tour, readying themselves for next week’s onslaught.
The acting manager was on the floor yesterday trying to be friendly. He sat in on our team briefing and the regional manager sat in on the day shift discussion and one can only wonder at the machinations behind this unusual occurrence. There would be some reasoning behind it and it can’t be good. I would bet money it something cunning and deceitful.
As I was cowering in my large letter cubicle pretending to work and displaying a large level of fake concentration trying to avoid the acting manager as he walked past, I found my efforts to be in vein and he stopped as he wandered by and engaged in friendly banter. Now I am not by nature a rude sod and treated him well enough as I have known him for 25 years and he was in fact the first person I met the first day I started on the floor in the old building all those years ago.
It was a bit strange that he asked me if I was looking for another job and I replied I would be elsewhere if I could find somewhere to go. He waxed lyrical about how I was still young enough to find another employer and I started to get uneasy about where this was going and the prospects of an enjoyable future at my current workplace.
He said I should go for it but avoid the public service. The first thing that popped into my head which I luckily avoided saying was that it couldn’t be run any worse than this place! And they wonder why morale is in the toilet!
So the catherine wheel has kept on spinning and we have found ourselves back at another Friday preparing to go through the motions before the enjoyment of the weekend breaks upon us.
So, I will go upon my way again, find something more proactive to do than waste my time on the internet and I hope wherever you are you too can find some comfort and solace in the day and have a good one.
Until next time.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 