I found a teensy snippet of the train ticket I lost on Monday. It was in the washing machine, which is now working since J.E.H. (aka Mr Hoover) came and again removed the obstruction (1x kids’ sock) from the pump.
I have already sent away my grovelling form for a ticket replacement, but I’ll hold onto the snippet as evidence for when they come back in reply, denying me a refund.
This morning at work some guy waltzed into the office and sat down at a spare desk with his laptop computer. I had no idea who he was, but one of the others I rarely speak to seemed to know. No matter. From time to time they get extra people in here to do stuff. I don’t know what most of them do – spend the project’s money I suppose. But I’m only in there half the time, so I wouldn’t really say I have my finger on the pulse.
Anyway a little while later, his mobile phone rang. And rang. I looked around. He had gone into a nearby meeting room. There was nobody else in there with him, so I presume he wanted some peace and quiet. Maybe to shelter from people’s mobiles ringing. Grrr.
Now let’s get this clear. A mobile phone is mobile. It’s meant to be carried with you. There’s no point having it if you’re going to leave it on a desk all the time while you’re elsewhere. If you don’t want to answer it, turn it off or switch it to being silent, so the rest of us don’t have to have our quiet compromised.
So I went and pressed the button to reject the call, then turned it off, and left a Post-It note saying I’d done so. I am so damn sick of people doing that.
He didn’t leave it on his desk for the rest of the day!
