no alarms and no surprises please
There was a spider in the corridor at work. I reported it. Eventually our 'spider marshal', the other Martin, removed it using a glass and a 'Feeling Faint' leaflet.
On the whole, though, the week was not overly stressful. Lorraine, who was off last week, leaving me alone in admin, returned. Now she could resume her usual task of moderating the photos people send in to express their support for organ donation on the internet. Performing that task last week, I had a bit of a shock: one lady's enthusiasm for organ donation was so great that she submitted a picture of certain parts of herself - well they may or may not have been hers, but they certainly weren't her (or anybody's) face, unless they were bearded and very deformed. It was not the kind of thing one expects to see at work on a Monday morning (depending on your job of course).
I didn't know quite how to handle it. It seemed that perhaps I should mention it to someone, but it was hard to find the right tone. Jokey? Outraged? Should I run into the next office screaming: 'Vagina!' Or should I discreetly go over to my supervisor and say: 'I've got something to show you...'?
Neither seemed quite right.
Not liking the idea of people standing around my monitor gawping at genitals, I eventually decided to delete it using the standard response for an 'inappropriate image' and not speak of it - well, except here on the world wide web of course, but who looks at that?
Nothing of comparable outrageousness happened during the rest of that week, although the day after that there was a fire alarm. Once outside we wondered if this was a ruse on the part of the powers that be to get everybody out in the daylight and ascertain how many people still worked in the Centre; if it was few enough, they would close the place then and there ('Sorry, you can't go back inside, it's a Premier Inn now.')
Either this wasn't the case or there were still too many of us, because they let us back in. The cause of the alarm is still unknown, but it may have been because they were testing the generator earlier, which always produces a lot of smoke. Possibly the fire brigade operates under the time-honoured principle that there's 'no smoke without fire'.
Although in this case, there was.
On the whole, though, the week was not overly stressful. Lorraine, who was off last week, leaving me alone in admin, returned. Now she could resume her usual task of moderating the photos people send in to express their support for organ donation on the internet. Performing that task last week, I had a bit of a shock: one lady's enthusiasm for organ donation was so great that she submitted a picture of certain parts of herself - well they may or may not have been hers, but they certainly weren't her (or anybody's) face, unless they were bearded and very deformed. It was not the kind of thing one expects to see at work on a Monday morning (depending on your job of course).
I didn't know quite how to handle it. It seemed that perhaps I should mention it to someone, but it was hard to find the right tone. Jokey? Outraged? Should I run into the next office screaming: 'Vagina!' Or should I discreetly go over to my supervisor and say: 'I've got something to show you...'?
Neither seemed quite right.
Not liking the idea of people standing around my monitor gawping at genitals, I eventually decided to delete it using the standard response for an 'inappropriate image' and not speak of it - well, except here on the world wide web of course, but who looks at that?
Nothing of comparable outrageousness happened during the rest of that week, although the day after that there was a fire alarm. Once outside we wondered if this was a ruse on the part of the powers that be to get everybody out in the daylight and ascertain how many people still worked in the Centre; if it was few enough, they would close the place then and there ('Sorry, you can't go back inside, it's a Premier Inn now.')
Either this wasn't the case or there were still too many of us, because they let us back in. The cause of the alarm is still unknown, but it may have been because they were testing the generator earlier, which always produces a lot of smoke. Possibly the fire brigade operates under the time-honoured principle that there's 'no smoke without fire'.
Although in this case, there was.
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