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Work
3:07 PM, Tuesday, 15 January, 2008
I have been back at work for a full two weeks now, and already I am tired of it.
I work in a women's community organisation. I'm not a hairyhippyfemihairyweirdarse, I am in fact a nice person who happens to have a lovely bottom. Nonetheless, this particular organisation seems to attract what we in the welfare industry like to term "whackos".
Including but not exclusive to:
Man walks into office, "My son was born here 21 years ago. What do you think I should buy him for his birthday next week?"
Phone rings, "Hi, I'm from Adelaide but I want to have a shower in Melbourne. Do you have a place for me to take a shower?"
Admittedly fielding such requests is better than doing actual work, which is hard to do in January because it is right after the holidays. It is also better than popping out babies (which would hurt), or living on the streets as a crazy cat-lady. I will come back tomorrow.
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You are brilliant!
Posted by: Wondy | January 16, 2008 8:23 AM
I would be having a G&T with lunch in a work environment like that... perhaps you should embrace this (while it's still January and you can!)
Posted by: Tori | January 16, 2008 10:31 AM
Can we swap jobs?! Humm, I believe the correct answer to the second question is :' Oh Thank goodness you asked! You need to reserve a spot on the banks of the Yarra in time.. we all jump into the river right before Xmas, so we can smell better for the New Year!' Sounds like it's too late for you, better shower in Adelaide!
Posted by: Nis | January 16, 2008 2:37 PM
Wondy - Thanks!
Tori - I know, I know. I Know.
Nis - What are you talking about?
Posted by: Carolyn | January 17, 2008 8:03 AM
I am talking about the person who called in from Adelaide !!!!! I am talking about You fielding weird calls! There is sense to my madness, really!
Posted by: Nisrine | January 17, 2008 1:06 PM
Nis, don't pretend you're not weird. I mean what are you talking about with that weird yarra weirdness. There's no sense to your weird madness there, weirdo!
At least you're not crashing into poles, though.
Posted by: Carolyn | January 17, 2008 2:39 PM
As long as you can keep them on the charming and eccentric side of weird, you're OK. The other side, well they're a bag of spanners with a box of frogs inside a mad hatters hat. Wrapped in a conundrum or something.
Posted by: Sam, Problemchildbride | January 19, 2008 6:54 PM