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Jan. 12th, 2007 09:36 pmThe Mingles went down well with the ladies at work this morning, as expected - one of them in particular. As I passed by the team leaders' desk en route to one of my mini-breaks, Janet stopped me to say thanks for the Mingles and to confess that she'd eaten nearly all of them - "I've only now come to realise just how much I love them." Later I heard her and Ali talking about how moreish they are. After my three-week surfeit of sweets, I left them all alone - but I did dip generously into the chocolate biscuits throughout the first half of the shift...
I came off one call to hear Kirstie, next to me, chiding Ali, on her other side, for taking down her (Ali's) Take That poster. "Is that a football conversation?" Marilyn demanded, calling across from the team leaders' table. "No, it's a Take That conversation," Ali replied.
"That's just as bad! Football and Take That are banned," Marilyn declared. That didn't stop Kirstie and Ali returning to the subject of TT later; Marilyn reacted in the same manner.
I called a woman at 2.20 and asked if we could "arrange a convenient time" to do her survey, but she wanted to do it there and then, so I ended up working 25 minutes late again. Off to the library to clear some e-mails.
Arrived at the Thorngate at 5.35, ten minutes ahead of my blood donation appointment. When I handed my pre-completed questionnaire to the guy on the reception desk, he said it'd take 'about 45 to 50 minutes' before I got called. Clearly there'd been an influx of people off the street just dropping in. Thank goodness, I had my Black Widowers book from the library with me. In the end I was called for my screening and pin-prick test at 5.45, the appointed time - it pays to make an appointment after all - then had just a half-hour wait till a bed came free. My two nurses had terrible trouble finding a vein in my arm this time, but eventually got the needle into a side vein. Sue, my main nurse, was very nice, though she did ask me three times "You're going to have a relaxing evening, aren't you? No rushing around?" I was finished before too long, rested on the couch for just a few minutes then moseyed over to the refreshment table. The lady serving the drinks (the same one from my last donation session in September) asked me "Are you the man from Asda?" I said no; she replied "Are you the Mayor's son?" I said yes, and she said she'd also mixed me up with the Asda man last time. I didn't remember that, but I did remember her and her boy. She told me to go and sit down and she'd have my coffee sent over. Her son brought it, and I slowly partook of it, plus a packet of crisps and an orange Club that were also on offer, over a Black Widowers story, before walking home for the Two Ronnies on ITV3.
I came off one call to hear Kirstie, next to me, chiding Ali, on her other side, for taking down her (Ali's) Take That poster. "Is that a football conversation?" Marilyn demanded, calling across from the team leaders' table. "No, it's a Take That conversation," Ali replied.
"That's just as bad! Football and Take That are banned," Marilyn declared. That didn't stop Kirstie and Ali returning to the subject of TT later; Marilyn reacted in the same manner.
I called a woman at 2.20 and asked if we could "arrange a convenient time" to do her survey, but she wanted to do it there and then, so I ended up working 25 minutes late again. Off to the library to clear some e-mails.
Arrived at the Thorngate at 5.35, ten minutes ahead of my blood donation appointment. When I handed my pre-completed questionnaire to the guy on the reception desk, he said it'd take 'about 45 to 50 minutes' before I got called. Clearly there'd been an influx of people off the street just dropping in. Thank goodness, I had my Black Widowers book from the library with me. In the end I was called for my screening and pin-prick test at 5.45, the appointed time - it pays to make an appointment after all - then had just a half-hour wait till a bed came free. My two nurses had terrible trouble finding a vein in my arm this time, but eventually got the needle into a side vein. Sue, my main nurse, was very nice, though she did ask me three times "You're going to have a relaxing evening, aren't you? No rushing around?" I was finished before too long, rested on the couch for just a few minutes then moseyed over to the refreshment table. The lady serving the drinks (the same one from my last donation session in September) asked me "Are you the man from Asda?" I said no; she replied "Are you the Mayor's son?" I said yes, and she said she'd also mixed me up with the Asda man last time. I didn't remember that, but I did remember her and her boy. She told me to go and sit down and she'd have my coffee sent over. Her son brought it, and I slowly partook of it, plus a packet of crisps and an orange Club that were also on offer, over a Black Widowers story, before walking home for the Two Ronnies on ITV3.
