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!

All forgotton

Friday was hysterical. Poorly pussy old news. Bad back forgotten. My fellow co. worker "idiot?" had a puncture  the angst that entailed took over any problems he thought he already had. In he dashed and I mean dashed "Hi Lynford Christie" I said. The irony of this comment was lost on him. Out he dashed to get his tyre fixed he didn't even bother to say goodbye. All I saw was a fast moving blurr. All I could make out was he was wearing his christmas cardie with the fur trimmed hood. It must be the season to break out the winter wardrobe.

Pussy's on the back burner

Oh my, my fellow co. worker "idiot?" has had to put his pussy problem on the back burner. Friday I reminded him it was his turn to work Saturday. This went down like a lead balloon. How was he to manage his pussy's medication? I reminded him he's got a wife and she's perfectly able to do this.So the matter was dealt with. Today my fellow co. worker has got an ailment. Now regular followers of my blog know this fellow co. worker "idiot?" loves an ailment. This morning all my fellow co. workers "idiots?" apart from me and the owner of pussy are at site on a big job that has to be finished by Wednesday. So me and the other "idiot?" knew we were going to have a busy couple of days. He was going out to do a latex this morning to help out. I could see when he walked in all lop sided any notion of him being helpful was out the window. He huffed puffed and winced and the only thing on his mind was getting as much attention mileage out of this back problem as possible.He has gone to do a measure but all other tasks for him are on hold because he's going home after the measure because he feels "out of sorts" I am now left alone and poor pussy is looking after itself.

Great news (not!)

Great news for all in the retail industry. Billions of pounds have  been wiped off the financial market over night, so we all have even less money to spend than when we went to bed. Why oh why  they think they have to inform us every five minutes about this doom and gloom I do not know.
When I listen to the news every day I thank him upstairs that the "idiots?" and I are still managing to please our customers.I suppose the great news is that although I think the boys are "idiots?" they know what they're doing when it comes to flooring and that's all that counts!

Update from Monday

Yesterday my fellow co. worker with the poorly pussy came in on time for a change. He sauntered about a bit and then informed he wasn't feeling well because his pussy being poorly has "shook him up" not to mention his telephone has  now broken and it's been an expensive weekend for him. He then told me he thought he might have to finish work at lunch time to collect the poorly pussy from the vets. Any how the vet telephoned shortly after to inform my fellow co. worker "idiot?" that Mr Sylvie the poorly pussy needed another night in the poorly pussy hospital. I don't know if it was the fact that it was going to cost £100 extra on his bill for the extra night in the poorly pussy hospital or the fact that he would have to work all day that upset my fellow co. worker the most but he was not a happy chappy. The next telephone call we got was from J*** the arrogant rep. who thinks I'm invisible. He had phoned just to make sure that the scant information I was able to give him on his visit the previous day was correct. Me being only a woman the fact that  I told him the product he peddles is actually very good and we will continue to use it may have been incorrect!!
I am hopeful that today Mr Sylvie the poorly pussy is going to come home. But I am slightly concerned that my fellow co. worker may have to stay home and pander to his poorly pussy's whims. I will update you when I know.