I slept well… until half past two. I gave up trying to
sleep at half past four, got up and watched an episode of “The Man in the
High Castle” with something of a sense of “WTF is going on” then
sparked up my lap-top. Pretty much nothing at all was happening on-line early
this morning so (trying not to wake anyone) I got ready for work.
As I drove up the motorway the pundits on the radio
were talking to the head honcho at McDonalds about allegations
of bullying in various branches of the chain. She didn't want to
get involved with what had gone before, but instead wanted to talk about the
company's future. It was a shame that she couldn't have spoken in English but
instead chose to speak in strange meaningless management catchphrases, one of
which was that McDonalds was a very "planful" company.
Whatever that meant...But more and more people do this sort of thing, don't
they. Just read anything at all which has ever been posted on LinkedIn.
There was a classic example of this yesterday as I'd
been sitting in the hospital's waiting area. The woman next to me had come in
with her father and was waiting for him to have his appointment. As we
waited so her phone rang. Rather than doing the decent thing and going
elsewhere to take the call she stood up and walked to the centre of the waiting
area where she answered the call with something of a flourish. She loudly
thanked the caller for getting in touch and (equally loudly) announced
that she was going to put him on speaker. There was then a frankly bizarre few
minutes when she so obviously put on a show for the public. She ranted at her
caller in an almost theatrical way about team efforts and targets and goals and
opportunities and client expectations. It was very apparent that she was a
London-based estate agent, and that the chap calling her was one of her
underlings. She wanted him to sell or let a rather expensive apartment in the
Putney area.
She sounded very impressive (to the sort of people
who are impressed by that sort of thing); it was a shame that her
performance was utterly undermined by her minion being on the loudspeaker
and so everyone could hear that the chap was actually phoning in sick because
he'd been up all night with “f...ing diarrhoea”.
I went to get petrol before I went in to work. The
filling station in Aylesford was six pence per litre cheaper than Ashford, and
so I saved two quid. Maybe only a minor result, but a result nonetheless.
I got a sandwich and went in to the early shift. I did
what I had to, but an early start meant I got out early.
I did think about going to the woods this evening, but
I wasn’t feeling on top form, and once we’d done “FEED THE FISH” the
dogs all went back to sleep anyway.
“er indoors TM” boiled
up pie and chips which we scoffed whilst watching an episode of “McDonald
and Dodds” in which him who was the monocled mutineer and the eight Doctor Who
played a villain.
Compared to yesterday, today was rather quiet… so why
do I feel worn out?
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