Hello Friday peops
A rollercoaster of a week – the brown bread e-mail saga continues to haunt me – doh! (dough… get it?)……….and allegedly had a career-limiting effect ;-) .. blimey - so I was going somewhere then?
Who’d have thought that brown bread had such mighty powers?
Mr Warburton probably ;-)
So begins the tale of my highs and lows – Tuesday – panic amongst the troops when they hear through the jungle drums (internal memo) that something "big" has gone down and so the troops e-mail Auntie Kim, the fountain of all knowledge to seek guidance and reassurance, however I cannot offer any – as I have no idea what they fret about as I was missed off the memo…. and thus sadly cannot shed any light and calm my poor panicked troops, so I respond….with what may have effectively become my letter of notice…..with words to the effect………
“ Dear troops,
Thank you for bringing this to my attention - unfortunately I know nothing about this internal memo rergarding the security scare, blah blah blah blah…..
However, on a positive note, I did receive the global memo that we now have brown bread available in the WRVS shop, and so am reassured that some essential mail is getting through……..”
It was very useful as a learning opportunity when on Thursday a Trust Senior Manager informed me that the content of my response to the troops was “rude, undermining, flippant, and facetious" (or RUFF for short...) – and I guess the reason he took me aside and spoke to me rather than send an e-mail was that ‘facetious’ probably wasn’t coming up on spell check – indeed the slow and somewhat painful delivery of 'said word' told me he was having trouble getting his tongue around it anyway….. :-)
I indeed accept that I am having difficulty separating humour from sarcasm, however I think this is an inherent problem with anyone who works for the public sector, and if you can’t laugh at yourself and the situation you find yourself in – then it’s time to move on…… which is why today I have accepted the kind offer of further training (at some minor cost to you taxpayers) to improve on my aggressive approach – so you’ll all be pleased to know that I shall be turning over a new leaf …… will I Bollox!?
Anyway, thank you to all those who have e-mailed me since with offers of cleaning jobs in your various organisations – I am going to spend the weekend considering them, and get back to you in my usual anal order if that’s OK?
On a positive note, as it is always good to end on one if possible, I had a great night out last night with the girlies from work watching some Broadway Blockbuster snippets in an 'Am Dram' production, and were the youngest in the auditorium – it was fun sitting with the Saga ‘night-outers’ – clapping along to some gutsy numbers including some apt ones which somehow added closure for me…. those that stick in my mind are ‘The point of no return’ (from Phantom) and Mr Cellophane (from Chicago)………… follow the hyperlink -the lyrics are so good :-)
Anyway I might sound low but I’m really laughing at the madness of it all – and the two glasses of wine I had with Stella after work have started my weekend nicely (happy birthday Stella!!!)
Have a fab weekend folks – Rich/Manda – thanks for your lovely letter to mom and dad and the photos of the sproglets - made their day :-) They are also glad you like your Christmas present and are keen that you hang on to it for as long as you like!! 51 days and counting……
Miss Cellophane :-) x
PS Couldn’t resist sharing another “rude, undermining, flippant and facetious e-mail” that Nessa sent – thanks Nessa - it was allegedly a genuine complaint - and the sarcasm is quite subtle - you might even miss it....... ;-) Follow this hyperlink - Sarcastic e-mail
Who’d have thought that brown bread had such mighty powers?
Mr Warburton probably ;-)
So begins the tale of my highs and lows – Tuesday – panic amongst the troops when they hear through the jungle drums (internal memo) that something "big" has gone down and so the troops e-mail Auntie Kim, the fountain of all knowledge to seek guidance and reassurance, however I cannot offer any – as I have no idea what they fret about as I was missed off the memo…. and thus sadly cannot shed any light and calm my poor panicked troops, so I respond….with what may have effectively become my letter of notice…..with words to the effect………
“ Dear troops,
Thank you for bringing this to my attention - unfortunately I know nothing about this internal memo rergarding the security scare, blah blah blah blah…..
However, on a positive note, I did receive the global memo that we now have brown bread available in the WRVS shop, and so am reassured that some essential mail is getting through……..”
It was very useful as a learning opportunity when on Thursday a Trust Senior Manager informed me that the content of my response to the troops was “rude, undermining, flippant, and facetious" (or RUFF for short...) – and I guess the reason he took me aside and spoke to me rather than send an e-mail was that ‘facetious’ probably wasn’t coming up on spell check – indeed the slow and somewhat painful delivery of 'said word' told me he was having trouble getting his tongue around it anyway….. :-)
I indeed accept that I am having difficulty separating humour from sarcasm, however I think this is an inherent problem with anyone who works for the public sector, and if you can’t laugh at yourself and the situation you find yourself in – then it’s time to move on…… which is why today I have accepted the kind offer of further training (at some minor cost to you taxpayers) to improve on my aggressive approach – so you’ll all be pleased to know that I shall be turning over a new leaf …… will I Bollox!?
Anyway, thank you to all those who have e-mailed me since with offers of cleaning jobs in your various organisations – I am going to spend the weekend considering them, and get back to you in my usual anal order if that’s OK?
On a positive note, as it is always good to end on one if possible, I had a great night out last night with the girlies from work watching some Broadway Blockbuster snippets in an 'Am Dram' production, and were the youngest in the auditorium – it was fun sitting with the Saga ‘night-outers’ – clapping along to some gutsy numbers including some apt ones which somehow added closure for me…. those that stick in my mind are ‘The point of no return’ (from Phantom) and Mr Cellophane (from Chicago)………… follow the hyperlink -the lyrics are so good :-)
Anyway I might sound low but I’m really laughing at the madness of it all – and the two glasses of wine I had with Stella after work have started my weekend nicely (happy birthday Stella!!!)
Have a fab weekend folks – Rich/Manda – thanks for your lovely letter to mom and dad and the photos of the sproglets - made their day :-) They are also glad you like your Christmas present and are keen that you hang on to it for as long as you like!! 51 days and counting……
Miss Cellophane :-) x
PS Couldn’t resist sharing another “rude, undermining, flippant and facetious e-mail” that Nessa sent – thanks Nessa - it was allegedly a genuine complaint - and the sarcasm is quite subtle - you might even miss it....... ;-) Follow this hyperlink - Sarcastic e-mail
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