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Jul. 5th, 2006 06:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eiffel_71
We had another mayoral function last night, the Hampshire Recorder Jamboree at Ferneham Hall. My father and John the chauffeur had ripped the piss out of me over having to miss Germany v Italy to watch a bunch of kids playing the recorder, but it was actually a damn good show. The 120 children were all accomplished players and their repertoire of tunes, backed by a drummer and a keyboardist who played, among other things, the sound of a harpsichord made for very pleasant listening. We caught up with Richard from Havant and John and Margaret from Rushmoor, and met Katrina the Deputy Mayor of Fareham. The show was scheduled to run for an hour and a half, till 8.30, but the programme went by so fast that they threw in two reprises and were still finished at 8.10. We were home comfortably before half-time :)
Although I'd been hoping Germany would win, Italy's two late extra-time goals were both absolute peaches. Respect to the Azzurri - and I know one young lady on here who'll be very happy today!
At the office this morning, just before the start of the shift, I was walking back from the loo through the coding block when a stern woman in her 50s called me over. Her first words were "I'm in charge of this unit" and the whole time she spoke to me as though I were a bit of dog shit. She demanded to know whether I'd turned the pages on the calendars in the coding block from June to July.
I pleaded guilty. It is something approaching an OCD with me that I cannot see a calendar with last month still showing and not go over and turn the page. When I pass through coding on the 1st of the month the ladies there haven't usually got round to turning the calendars over, so I'll do it - and it's become a running joke between me and three of the coding girls. So I didn't expect it to be a problem when on Saturday, with next to nobody working in the coding block, I changed the calendars, since it was the 1st of the month and I was there.
To my confession that I'd done the deed, she fixed me with a look of pure hatred and, with pursed lips, said "WHY?"
Back to school. In front of the headmistress for six of the best. The question completely threw me. After a while I managed to say it was 'just a thing with me, on the 1st of the month'. Unrelenting, she ordered me never to do it again and dismissed me.
I walked back into the telephone unit, had two cones of water from the cooler and hurled the cone into the wastebasket with the force of an Olympic hammer thrower. Back at my section's front desk I told Val and Molly what had happened. Val told me to go and cool off in the coffee lounge. I asked whether that would come off my official break time; a little surprised, Val said no. A couple of minutes later Angela appeared in the lounge; she's one of the best listeners on the unit and Val knows that she and I get on, so she'd been sent to talk to me. We got a cup of coffee each, went down to the main canteen and talked for a while. Angela said the woman had been bang out of order; several of the girls on our unit agreed when we returned, and agreed that if she doesn't want me to touch their crappy calendars she only has to ask nicely, although I'd have appreciated something better than being advised to just shrug it off and forget it, which I got from a few people. Val, who had an idea who the woman was, did raise the possibility of her talking to the woman about the incident, but I declined; that wouldn't get me anywhere, trying to reason with people like her is an utter waste of time.
Then it was down to business as usual for the rest of the shift; funny enough, today's workload went quite well, although my last interview overran by just long enough for me to miss the bus. I killed a bit of the hour's wait by going over to talk to Cathy, then sat in the library for the rest of the time catching up on the online BB7 news and some of my e-mail.
Me ma's taken Gran to Hampton Court flower show today, so the Deputy Mayor's taking her place at a local school play this evening and I can watch the whole of Portugal v France.
But I'm ROYALLY pissed off.
Although I'd been hoping Germany would win, Italy's two late extra-time goals were both absolute peaches. Respect to the Azzurri - and I know one young lady on here who'll be very happy today!
At the office this morning, just before the start of the shift, I was walking back from the loo through the coding block when a stern woman in her 50s called me over. Her first words were "I'm in charge of this unit" and the whole time she spoke to me as though I were a bit of dog shit. She demanded to know whether I'd turned the pages on the calendars in the coding block from June to July.
I pleaded guilty. It is something approaching an OCD with me that I cannot see a calendar with last month still showing and not go over and turn the page. When I pass through coding on the 1st of the month the ladies there haven't usually got round to turning the calendars over, so I'll do it - and it's become a running joke between me and three of the coding girls. So I didn't expect it to be a problem when on Saturday, with next to nobody working in the coding block, I changed the calendars, since it was the 1st of the month and I was there.
To my confession that I'd done the deed, she fixed me with a look of pure hatred and, with pursed lips, said "WHY?"
Back to school. In front of the headmistress for six of the best. The question completely threw me. After a while I managed to say it was 'just a thing with me, on the 1st of the month'. Unrelenting, she ordered me never to do it again and dismissed me.
I walked back into the telephone unit, had two cones of water from the cooler and hurled the cone into the wastebasket with the force of an Olympic hammer thrower. Back at my section's front desk I told Val and Molly what had happened. Val told me to go and cool off in the coffee lounge. I asked whether that would come off my official break time; a little surprised, Val said no. A couple of minutes later Angela appeared in the lounge; she's one of the best listeners on the unit and Val knows that she and I get on, so she'd been sent to talk to me. We got a cup of coffee each, went down to the main canteen and talked for a while. Angela said the woman had been bang out of order; several of the girls on our unit agreed when we returned, and agreed that if she doesn't want me to touch their crappy calendars she only has to ask nicely, although I'd have appreciated something better than being advised to just shrug it off and forget it, which I got from a few people. Val, who had an idea who the woman was, did raise the possibility of her talking to the woman about the incident, but I declined; that wouldn't get me anywhere, trying to reason with people like her is an utter waste of time.
Then it was down to business as usual for the rest of the shift; funny enough, today's workload went quite well, although my last interview overran by just long enough for me to miss the bus. I killed a bit of the hour's wait by going over to talk to Cathy, then sat in the library for the rest of the time catching up on the online BB7 news and some of my e-mail.
Me ma's taken Gran to Hampton Court flower show today, so the Deputy Mayor's taking her place at a local school play this evening and I can watch the whole of Portugal v France.
But I'm ROYALLY pissed off.
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Date: 2006-07-05 06:14 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-07-05 06:58 pm (UTC)so, what's on the menu for the france match?
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Date: 2006-07-06 07:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-05 10:14 pm (UTC)the sound of a harpsichord made for very pleasant listening
There's never a time when this is not true: I used harpsichord sounds (alas, synthesized) extensively on my solo stuff. I had to be held back from playing Mozart's harpsichord at some museum in the States.
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Date: 2006-07-05 10:26 pm (UTC)I'm so happy i dyed my hair. Magenta. I'm not kidding. I'd have done it blue, but I live in the sort of place where that'd get me killed :S
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Date: 2006-07-06 07:51 am (UTC)