Worry

Of course we all worry. It's built into our genes. BUT I wonder about my fellow co. worker "idiot?" who worries about things we can't change. Today we need to drive the small van. We need to make a collection. And go and help another fellow co. worker to get a carpet in. BUT chief fellow co. worker "idiot?" has not left us the keys to the van. They must be in his pocket and he's miles and miles away.So what can we do? Nothing. There's no point in worrying. We can't collect what we should do and if fellow co. worker wants a lift with the carpet he'll have to collect "idiot?" and return him. It's as simple as that! all the worrying in the world wont make the van go without a key.

Just make it clear

This week I needed to send a piece of carpet to be whipped. This is not a mysterious sexual perversion. It means sending a carpet to be sewn down the edges the make either a runner or a rug. In this instance it was a runner for a stairs. This means cutting the piece or pieces from a big cut that will do the rest of the installation. I didn't want anything to go wrong. So I asked my fellow co. worker "idiot?" to make it clear. Start a fresh piece of paper and write the cuts required and draw where it was coming from clearly. What did I get? another piece of paper with loads of scrawl all over it much like the other five pieces of paper I already had. "No" I said for the millionth time. "A clean piece of paper with clear instructions" he replied with a lot of twatter a shrug of the shoulders and went into a right hump. Several if the other "idiots?" were around they got my point but unfortunately he did not!

Serenity

I am not a believer. But today I have prayed "Please god give me the serenity to last until five 0'clock."
Friday I finished early, not that early it was about 1 0'clock and we close at 5.
In I bounced this morning full of the joys. After a most enjoyable weekend away I was feeling happy. My fellow co. worker "idiot?" greeted me quite happily. It didn't last. After 5 minutes he said "Friday was taking the p***." "Oh was it busy?" I enquired. "It was more than busy" was his reply. Unusually for me I bit my tongue. My brain was thinking That's why you've got a job. So I can finish early on a Friday and enjoy my weekends. We carried on regardless. Then I got a phone call from a customer. "I'm very sorry but I thought I better ring you. The man I spoke to on Saturday totally confused me." Later another phone call "did you get a message from Friday re: my fitting date?" Why oh Why can you not leave the "idiots?" alone for five minutes. I'm sure if they tried they could have dealt with all the enquiries quite admirably. But they don't they say "N***i will sort this on Monday for you."