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Mar. 19th, 2008 11:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI CAME HOME FROM WORK AND THERE ARE MEN IN MY HOUSE AND ALL THE DOORS WERE OFF AND THEY ARE BEING PAID BY MY LANDLADY TO RE-ATTACH SHINY NEW FIRE DOORS.
This in itself is a good thing and all, and I knew it was going to happen, but I thought I'd have time to make my bed and open my curtains before strange men started traipsing around.
As such, I am hiding in the kitchen wih my laptop, essay notes, and occasionally offering coffee, because I know the mystical art of Appeasing Workmen (and possibly making sure they stay out of my underwear drawer). Needless to say, I would rather be in my bedroom. Actually, I'd rather be asleep, but that's by the by.
And in a side note, the following conversation in work happened today with a co-worker that more or less sums up how the cleaners are feeling:
ME: Just guess what they've run out of now.
GEORGINA: The last vestiges of our sanity?
ME: Well, apart from that.
Enter SARAH, stage left.
SARAH: TOILET ROLL!
So now there is no toilet roll in the Union. I am pleased to note that after kicking off massively to our supervisor about this, about the lack of hot water for half the building ("I have bad knees and a bad back and I can and will get a doctor to certify that this situation has made it WORSE") and generally shitty working conditions, he went above our line managers head and spoke to the general manager. We left the building to the glorious sound of the Mr "I am unable to order products correctly" line manager getting a bollocking from the general manager. Let's see how things go from here...
Seriously, though, no toilet paper? Nasty, much?
OH GOD THE WORKMEN HAVE STARTED HAMMERING THINGS AGAIN.
This in itself is a good thing and all, and I knew it was going to happen, but I thought I'd have time to make my bed and open my curtains before strange men started traipsing around.
As such, I am hiding in the kitchen wih my laptop, essay notes, and occasionally offering coffee, because I know the mystical art of Appeasing Workmen (and possibly making sure they stay out of my underwear drawer). Needless to say, I would rather be in my bedroom. Actually, I'd rather be asleep, but that's by the by.
And in a side note, the following conversation in work happened today with a co-worker that more or less sums up how the cleaners are feeling:
ME: Just guess what they've run out of now.
GEORGINA: The last vestiges of our sanity?
ME: Well, apart from that.
Enter SARAH, stage left.
SARAH: TOILET ROLL!
So now there is no toilet roll in the Union. I am pleased to note that after kicking off massively to our supervisor about this, about the lack of hot water for half the building ("I have bad knees and a bad back and I can and will get a doctor to certify that this situation has made it WORSE") and generally shitty working conditions, he went above our line managers head and spoke to the general manager. We left the building to the glorious sound of the Mr "I am unable to order products correctly" line manager getting a bollocking from the general manager. Let's see how things go from here...
Seriously, though, no toilet paper? Nasty, much?
OH GOD THE WORKMEN HAVE STARTED HAMMERING THINGS AGAIN.
