I want to grow a beard

Sometimes I have issues with a fellow co. worker "idiot?" we disagree that appearance matters. Now we can't come to work dressed up to the nines because believe it or not selling carpet can be a mucky job. We get covered in fluff, we spend a lot of time crawling about on the floor displaying things and measuring can be risky with wet paint etc. BUT my motto is you never get a second chance to make a first impression. My fellow co. worker even has a uniform he is supplied with a polo shirt and I expect him to wear black trousers black shoes and a black jumper if it's cold. I also expect him to have tidy hair and be clean Shaven unless he has enough time off to grow a proper beard which I would accept. This week this has been a problem. Monday in he popped wearing a random navy polo shirt not the black polo shirt provided. His hair was tidy but he was not clean shaven. This always causes me concern should I just ignore it or do I challenge him? I chose to ignore until lunch time when husband "boss idiot?" came in. He asked me to have a word with my fellow co. worker. So I did. Apparently he didn't have any clean work polo shirts. This baffles me as he hadn't worked the weekend. How long does it take to wash and dry a few polo shirts? not long I think. Tuesday came around my fellow co. worker was in the correct T shirt but he still hadn't shaved his trousers needed mending at the pockets and his hair was messy. I had another word. Wednesday was better correct polo shirt trousers mended and he'd had a shave. His shoes needed a polish but I kept quiet. Peace rained over us until yesterday. I think my fellow co. worker was feeling brave because he's on a ten day holiday now. We had just eaten lunch when he brought up the subject of his appearance. He informed me I  have spoiled his efforts to grow a beard and he thinks I'm out of order. I informed him if he can grow a beard in any time off he is welcome to come to work with a beard. I will not accept him coming to work looking unkempt whilst he endeavours to grow a beard. He then informed his ten day holiday is not long enough for him to grow a full beard. I don't know what he expects me to do. We have had the beard conversation many times he knows the score but keeps on pushing me to change my mind. This is not going to happen. Job in show room with me means you need to wear your correct polo shirt, black trousers, black jumper if required, have tidy hair and be clean shaven. I can't make it any clearer. I don't know how it's going to be on his return. I'm thinking he's going to have some scraggy facial growth and it's going to start all over again.

What holiday?

Just over a week since I returned from my holiday and I've forgotten I had one. Last week was horrendous. On the Monday (the day I last blogged) first day back at work and all that I was knackered. I managed to stumble through the day some how. But I was delighted to see the end of it. Off I went home did a few jobs eat my meal and being the party animal I am went to bed to watch Doc. Martin. As I said  I was extremely tired and just about managed to watch the Doc. for an hour and then it was good night from me. I was awoken from my blissful slumber by the phone ringing. I tried to ignore it and put my pillow over my head. But it wouldn't stop. At this point I registered how annoying the ring tone selected is. Husband "idiot?" leaped out of bed and answered the call. It was our fellow co. workers "idiots?" who were working nights at Cheltenham hospital. " We're very sorry but we have blown the transformer. And we need you to deliver another one." Granted it was only 11.45 but I was in a deep sleep and not at all happy to be awoken. I could hear hubby saying "No problem give me an hour and I'll be there." I was thinking oh shit! of course he was still in holiday mode and had enjoyed a drink or two with his meal. I had not. There was no way he was going to be able to drive the van. I stumbled about in my nightie I knew I needed to put on clothes but as we had the builders in whilst we were away I had no idea where anything was. I found some jeans and jumper and on they went on top of my nightie of course. Off we went I was freezing. It was blowing a gale and peeing down with rain. Just two days before I was complaining I was too hot and seeking the shade.What a difference a day makes!! Any way we agreed to meet a fellow co. worker "idiot?" just outside Gloucester and fair enough he was at the agreed rendezvous point at the appointed time. I pulled in  and out of his van he jumped. It was about 12.30 and he was eating a banana I thought I was going to part with my tea there and then it really turned my stomach. I didn't get out the van. Hubby handed over the new transformer they had a little conflab and then we headed back to home. I thought fabulous I'll just get back into bed and go straight to sleep. BUT NO I spent the rest of the night watching the clock tick around I just couldn't get warm and get back to sleep. The boys are doing nights again next week so I'm going to unplug the phone.

Ray of sunshine

I'm back from  my sunshine break. My fellow co. workers "idiots?" have been left alone for one week. I think the break has done them good. I know for sure the break has done me the world of good.
On my travels I was lucky enough to meet many interesting people. Budgie (I named him this) and Mrs Budgie. This couple were to be found every day lounging by the sea. As his name would indicate Budgie wore the smallest swimmers I have ever seen in my life. He had a different design for every day of the week. Leopard skin snake print, zebra print you name it he had the design. At over six feet tall he strutted his stuff for all and sundry to admire. Vlad and Mrs Vlad (my name for this couple) this pair could be found every day in the sauna, be it the ladies or gents in they went together for hours at a time. Then they would pop out for an hour and then back in how much time can you spend in a sauna? I expected to see them melted in a heap on the floor. Then there was big Carl (not his real name) he'd hired a bike and off in to the mountains he went clad in his lycra gear. At dinner he was with a lady. I couldn't work it out was it his friend? was it his sister? they didn't seem to have a lot in common. He would stride out for a long walk swim in the sea or ride his bike. She was no where to be seen until dinner time when they shared the same table. On our last day it turned out big Carl and his WIFE yes they were married shared the same flight as us. We got chatting as we waited for our taxis to the airport. We discussed the pleasant walk from the hotel to the port where we had passed big Carl on several occasions. "Oh" said his wife "that walk was too far for me so I hired a bike." All the occasions we had seen big Carl racing up the road she was riding her bike up the road because she was too  lazy to take a twenty minute walk. When we got on to the plane home big Carl even swapped his seat so he didn't even sit by her on the way home. I'm sure they will have a long and happy marriage seen as they don't meet up very much.