Think I have overdosed on instant muck. Kenco. It's the only thing on offer at work. Of course I could go and purchase some alternative brand but can I really be bovered? The answer is No. Bothering aside I am bemused by the lack of manners of some of my contemporaries. As an example, I have recently been playing match maker to some folk.
So last week I hadn't seen a so-called class mate for 20 years and there he was, before me, several stones heavier and extraordinarily self conscious. He had had some bad luck with femme fatales over the last two decades and so I generously suggested (I will over stress here generously, thoughtfully, kindly) that I knew of a young lass who might put a smile back on his face. He was delighted and hovered around me like a bee to honey all evening waiting for me to take his number so I could perform my magic. I mentioned to the friend that I met this 'old friend' and would she be happy for me to pass on her number to him. She was well and truely grateful and delighted.
So I texted him.
Did I receive a thank you.
Did I receive a 'ta'.
Did I receive a Tx (thanks in text-speak)
Did I receive a 'oh it was lovely to see you too after twenty years...'
No nicht, nein, non (translate as required)
How bloody rude.
Does this thirty something man not know the etiquette of texting? Of course I checked that I hadn't mis-typed the number. I then thought I had better check with my friend whether she had received a call. Lo and behold dear readers, I mean reader (me) she had!
I then remembered that actually this bloke was never my mate at school. He was a pain in the back side. He now regrets that he should have studied harder and done different things with his life. I agree. A bit more focus on the good manners syllabus wouldn't have done him any harm either.
I really don't know why I bother or should care so much.
Back to some decent coffee tomorrow for breakfast. An organic fair trade Peruvian grade 3 roast is on the menu, according to my Butler.
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About Me
- The latte days in North London
- So like a lot of people due to funding cuts etc etc I find myself at 42 on the scrap heap. 16 years of experience working in further education....and tbh it wasn't a career choice that I planned after University. I just landed a job and continued to work in the sector going from project to project. Not very exciting you might think and many times I thought the same. So for one reason or another I find myself looking for that job that will excite, entice and appreciate my knowledge and skills. You'd think it was a no brainer but interviews are getting tougher and tougher and no candidate is left unscathed by the process, I'm going to ue this blog to feedback and reflect on each of my interviews and maybe I will learn something on the way on how to clinch that job.
6 comments:
yes well it serves you right, you do gooding meddler. Have you not read Jane Austen's Emma?
Yes I did read the novel some years ago but can't see how my meddling can compare. Wasn't Emma based in Highbury? Maybe politeness is too uncool in this century or for some people anyway. Won't be doing it again in a hurry...
On a more interesting matter, the Peruvian Fair Trade roast grade 3 coffee, this morning, was good but needs to be drunk with organic milk. It then tastes of happier cows.
i've just finished some limited addition african variety I bought in waitrose, but it made me want to be adopted by madonna.
oh yes, the thing about Emma was, she kept meddling in peoples lives, doing what she thought was right, fixing people up etc etc, but it always turned out disastrously for everyone involved. As far as I know, she didn't play for Arsenal.
Are you a prophet Mr G?
It has all ended in a complete and utter disaster...I am now absolutely bemused by some peoples impotence at social intercourse. Ho - bloody - hum.
I have hung up my magic wand.
strangely enough, I do see myself as a prophet, in a kind of William Blake meets Ezekiel kind of way. I'm also a poet, don't you just know it.
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