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Really minor annoyances

BiG said:
Well I was based, most of the time at a particular office, but my job required me to regularly visit other places - often overnighters or more. I needed materials and reference documents as well as a variety of things that I needed to occasionally take with me. I was assigned a locker, and I was required to clear my desk each evening - and start again next morning of course. The locker was nowhere near big enough to contain everything I needed. So a storage room on another floor was required. And my car boot occasionally.

And then amongst all this, someone - often who had a similar job to me but with a different specialism - would turn up and be sat at ‘my’ desk, which was designated as a ‘hot desk’ and I had to find somewhere else. Often there wasn’t anywhere else. So I used meeting rooms. I used the canteen. And I used my laptop instead of the monitor and keyboard that would have been more appropriate for someone who’d had eye surgery for detached retina. I occasionally worked from home - but my back bedroom didn’t have sufficient resources, technically or space wise, to make it comfortable, and it wasn’t felt to be appropriate to work from home …. oh… hang on.. I forgot. It was as soon as Covid happened and afterward when all of a sudden ‘best practice’ and ‘service excellence’ was turned on its head and I could deliver an interactive workshop or a conference on my laptop screen.

You probably don’t see the issue because for you, your role etc., there isn’t one. For me there was. Hence ‘minor annoyance’. Except that now you’ve made me recollect it all and my piss is getting tepid again
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I refer the Right Honourable Gentleman to my previous answer.
 

Georgewhitt said:
It's a desk.

If it doesn't have what you need, tell your boss.

If they take no notice, and you can't do your job, tell them again, and go home.

Trust me marra, I've been there.
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1. You never met my boss/es 😀
2. His/Her (I’m not saying they were transgender, it’s just the individuals changed) office location was in London.
3. My home base changed a few times - same problem each time. Hertfordshire, North West, finally Yorkshire
4. I retired in 2020. The problem only existed for the, say, last two or three years of my employment, when ‘hot-desking’ became more of a thing.

Number 4 explains why it’s a minor annoyance. Coz it’s in the past.
 
One thing I dislike about living back up in the North East is how people can't talk at a normal level. Folk bellowing at each other as if they're at opposite ends of the street.

I wonder how outsiders view us; must seem like we were all dropped on the heads as babies

YOU ARLEEEET LIKKKEEEEE

AYEEEEEE
 
S.S.R.. said:
One thing I dislike about living back up in the North East is how people can't talk at a normal level. Folk bellowing at each other as if they're at opposite ends of the street.

I wonder how outsiders view us; must seem like we were all dropped on the heads as babies

YOU ARLEEEET LIKKKEEEEE

AYEEEEEE
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Having left the NE 40+ years ago, that is something I really notice when I come back.

First time I brought my wife up there was a Christmas time. She is a Cockney, so she was already struggling with the pitmatic in Hetton, and we went to the pub. It was fuckin rammed and deafeningly loud.

I introduced her to a few people, left her with my cousin for a few minutes, and I went off chatting to mates I hadn't seen for years.

After about 15 minutes, she came and got me, and asked me to go outside for a minute in the quiet.

Her exact words were "I might as well be on fuckin Mars, cos I can't understand a fuckin word anyone shouts at me" 🤣🤣🤣
 
Georgewhitt said:
Having left the NE 40+ years ago, that is something I really notice when I come back.

First time I brought my wife up there was a Christmas time. She is a Cockney, so she was already struggling with the pitmatic in Hetton, and we went to the pub. It was fuckin rammed and deafeningly loud.

I introduced her to a few people, left her with my cousin for a few minutes, and I went off chatting to mates I hadn't seen for years.

After about 15 minutes, she came and got me, and asked me to go outside for a minute in the quiet.

Her exact words were "I might as well be on fuckin Mars, cos I can't understand a fuckin word anyone shouts at me" 🤣🤣🤣
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Ah those eloquent users of the English language, the Pearly kings and queens.
 
Facebook Reels that have no point or that cut off prior to the expected action taking place. Or, increasingly AI generated content that is absolutely ridiculous, a recent example being fishermen standing on the deck of a ship admiring the enormous prawn that they had caught. The bloody prawn was about four meters long.
 
Georgewhitt said:
Having left the NE 40+ years ago, that is something I really notice when I come back.

First time I brought my wife up there was a Christmas time. She is a Cockney, so she was already struggling with the pitmatic in Hetton, and we went to the pub. It was fuckin rammed and deafeningly loud.

I introduced her to a few people, left her with my cousin for a few minutes, and I went off chatting to mates I hadn't seen for years.

After about 15 minutes, she came and got me, and asked me to go outside for a minute in the quiet.

Her exact words were "I might as well be on fuckin Mars, cos I can't understand a fuckin word anyone shouts at me" 🤣🤣🤣
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Similar here. My Grandad was from Houghton and a bit deaf, so he would shout (during the war he was part of the cleanup wave through France after the Allies had liberated it. His job was to blow the doors of bank safes the Nazis had taken over so they could return all the money and historical artefacts the Nazis had taken. Which is really cool having a bank robbing safe blowing grandad, but it didn't do his hearing any good).

My wife was pretty quiet and from a quiet part of Kent. She only met him a few times before he passed away, but each time she would nod and smile politely but have no idea what he was saying to her.
 
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