Rubber balls

Carpet reps. are like rubber balls -they keep bouncing back to you- they leave one supplier  and join another very quickly and they then expect you to change your allegiance to the new company. This week I have had the misfortune to receive a visit from one such rubber ball. He has already called on me wearing his new company hat before this visit. Where I lost two hours of my life hearing the story how the new company head hunted him. He's quite a tall plumpish man with a liking for pink shirts and matching ties. This combo. goes very well to match his ruddy colouring and ginger moustache. One of his foibles is when he's telling you how important and clever he is he inevitably starts to twitch and bristle with the excitement of his story. This does make concentrating and trying to look interested just that little bit harder. This week he told me the same old stories with just a little embellishment here and there. And I thought I was doing a great job pretending to listen. And then he topped it. In his words "The new company treat me just like a god." I've got news for him. If his figures don't match expectations he's going to be shopping for a new hat regardless of his perceived god like status. Welcome to the real world rubber ball!!

Junk mail

What a Monday. We have had a most unusual day. There can't possibly be another person in the Forest of Dean who needs to come in or telephone with a bizarre request or question. If this was not enough reason to have the Monday blues I don't know what is. Some of my fellow co. workers "idiots?" have had genuinely trying weekends for one reason or another. And I myself did not get the planned restful weekend I had hoped for. But once again a particular fellow co. worker "idiot?" has taken the biscuit.
In he trooped this morning twenty minutes late "you've got a really busy day" I said. "you need to get going now or you wont fit it all in." He ignored me and drank a cup of tea. Eventually after much persuasion he went off in his van. Five minutes later he was back. He'd forgotten a folder he needed to take. Off he went again. A few hours later he has returned. He sat down to eat his lunch "I've had a terrible weekend" he said. I thought oh my god is it his pussy? could his wife not find her umbrella?(see old blog posts) has he hurt his back? NO it was because he'd  spent yesterday sorting his junk mail. Apparently it took him six and a half hours. In his words "I've had a really bad weekend. I had to apologise to M****** (his wife) because I was really p***ed off. I had to open all the envelopes to see what was inside and burn the contents." I'm not really sure why he thinks he's the only person who has to do this. I've never come in to work and complained that sorting my junk mail has ruined my weekend. And now I'm really worried how he'll cope should a real disaster occur in his life. I sometimes wonder is he for real??

Pot kettle Black

Unfortunately of late we've suffered from an outbreak of selfishness among our crew. My fellow co. workers "idiots?" have forgotten they're employed to do a job of work, and each of them in turn in one way or another over the last month or so have decided that they can do just as they please. If they want a holiday they've taken one with not much notice and absolutely no consideration for others. If they've got a problem some how it's become my problem.And to be perfectly honest I've had enough.
Today an "idiot?" took the biscuit. A measure was organised for 10.30 "you'll have to change that" he said I've got a rep. coming at 10.00. I moaned a bit about customers being the most important thing and reps. well they don't matter. But I phoned and changed the appointment anyway. The next measure was booked for 11.30 "you'll have to change that" the "idiot?" said again "I've got a bad back again. And I'm going away for the week end and the only appointment I can get for treatment is 12.30." I was not happy to say the least. For the last few weeks this "idiot?" has been telling me that our other fellow co. workers need to toe the line and realise which side their bread is buttered etc. etc. etc. How we can't organise the work around their needs they need to fit around the work. And he's got the audacity to make the whole day fit around his needs!