I think you'd look super in one of Margot's frocks. But then, so would TVC....
Me: Show me again the area we are going to move my department into
Production Manager: It's from this beam to... blah, blah,... down to blah
Me: OK, so that's for all my stuff and the four machines, guillotines and racking we're bringing up from London when it shuts.
PM: (confident bordering on cocky) Yup.
Me; I've paced it out, it's about 20% smaller than the current area.
PM..... silence.... frown..... disguised panic
I like it when a plan falls apart. He'd already moved another production cell out of the area to make way for me, with no consultation or checking and certainly no appearance of a tape measure. The owner is back from his hols on Monday, that should be a good bit of explaining
I've got a black tabby in training for the jobDuring on-the-boat-training*, talk turned to what a £10M grant was going to buy
;Hover Fly: "We will need a museum cat, for the people not all that interested in boats to stroke and make a fuss of, and feel sorry that they have to leave it behind when they go, as if they were its special friend."
Me, "Yes a ginger I think, we could call it Raae"
Boss, "OK I'll see what we can do"
* On-the-boat-training sounds better than swanning-about-on-a-borrowed-steam-launch, which is what we were really doing.
More friendly banter between workmates. My colleague drives a battered, knackered, rusty old Golf, it really is a heap.Some friendly banter among workmates.
Danielle: Me and Dean (colleague) have a special relationship. I scratch his back and he scratches mine.
Me: You're gunna scratch Deans back?
Danielle: Oh, shut up Matthew.