So, day two of my daily efforts to recount the day in the life of an office dog (or customer advisor as I like to be known) starts at lunch time with a conversation about icebergs and the Titanic.
A colleague of mine entered the office with the remark "its OK everyone I'm back" to which I responded "thank goodness for that, for one horrible moment I thought we'd reached Titanic sized panic levels and was about to man the life boats". I then suggested that if it were to happen again we should all keep a lighter handy, just so we can melt that damned iceberg to hell. I realise that if that were to happen it would be much quicker if we had an industrial sized lighter. That would definitely deal with an ice cube of that magnitude.
Other topics of conversation I overheard more than actually participated included what sounded like the idea that men are better at most things than women; not an ideal I personally subscribe to.
In my line of work I see a lot of correspondence from customers, who sometimes have unusual or funny names; not funny for them I suspect but we have a chortle or two at their expense. Today's name of the day would have to be Sari Watt. I thought I read it right first time but then I asked someone to repeat it back to me (sounds like Sorry, what?).
I listened in to a conversation between two young colleagues about sexual fantasies; not really a topic I tend to either listen in to or take part in, I must admit, but this did seem to go on for some considerable time and I found myself tuned in to it; in the end the girl driving the line of questioning to her young male colleague asked that old old question "would you dress up in uniforms i.e. doctors and nurses?" to which he replied a hesitant "maybe".
It may be just me but I'm not sure i really understand the desire to dress up like members of the health service; it all seems a little too clinical to me.
Lets see what I can regale you with tomorrow; until then, goodbye for now.
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