The third drawer's for shit. And it's full of it.

Friday, July 21, 2006

the friday shirt rules

The friday shirt is my most important item of work clothing. Well, apart from trousers that is, I'm not an exhibitionist.
Selection is an exacting process: the shirt must be busy, loud or striking. Preferably all three.
But, and here's the trick, it should not actually look like a dog's breakfast (or smell like one at the end of the day - so no polyester).
It should be a shirt that induces hilarity but not regurgitation.

Saturday, July 15, 2006

oops!

Interesting day yesterday:

One of our long-term employees (i.e. someone who probably couldn't get a job in a sheltered workshop) mistakenly shredded several batches of unprocessed birth applications.. including cheques, money orders and actual money..

It's hilarious really. Well, it is for me since I don't have to deal with it - being a Death specialist.

As far as balls-ups go it ranks below the Debt Recovery team accidentally invalidating the driver's licenses of everyone beginning with 'P' (including the entire NSW police force), but alongside someone leaving the day's bank-bag containing cash, cheques, money orders and credit card details out on the counter and it being stolen..

Bureaucracy is so much fun when it goes tits up.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

co-winkydink

Funny how things flow: the bunch of names I dealt with this morning included an Ede, a Gee, a Eeg and a Dee.

That's all. No story.

Monday, July 10, 2006

weirdos I have worked with

Sitting just over the divider from me (I dwell in cubicle hell..) is a strange little Jordanian woman.
She has little tantrums to herself on an almost hourly basis involving things like smacking the desk loudly whilst on the phone to a client, throwing piles of paper around the desk if she can't find something, thumping her keyboard and muttering to herself in Arabic (Jordanian?), or putting her face in her hands and groaning loudly.
It was a little disconcerting at first. I thought she was complaining to me or about me to someone else, but the more I get to know her I'm not sure if she even knows she's doing it.
It's kinda amusing and yet another example of how people around here are all slightly around the twist.


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