Today, I have woken up particulary early.
I wanted to take an inventory of the office material. It was a drastic but also
very effective way of getting in touch with my job. I arrived on my two-wheeled
companion, equipped with LED lights in the front and rear parts. It has
recently started to make that acute noise which indicates that the brake shoes are
crystallized. The advantage is that I do not need a bell anymore: the creak
warns everyone.
I parked it on the sidewalk, tied to a
traffic sign, right in front of the office. Reme, the charwoman, was inside and
seemed to be very concerned with the fate of the last window cleaner.
- He leant the ladder against the
staircase.
Pepe, the window cleaner, had done it with
a very good intention. In fact, he just wanted to leave the show windows perfectly
cleaned. But instead of getting shining windows, he just got a nosedive and a first
class pass to the hospital. While Reme was spoking, I counted magazines and
folio packages.
Actually, taking an inventory was not an
obligation, but a way of redoubling efforts. I am sure you know what I am
talking about, dear friend in his fourties. I am referring to that situation in
which the person that the company has chosen to train you pretends to be
explaining, but he is actually giving you ackward explanations and quickly
passing screens which have nothing to do with the explanations given. Your
“trainer” speaks in a haughty voice, so as everybody can hear that you are
being explained something, while he makes adverse judgements against his last
coworkerks, your future ones.
As far as I am concerned, when something similar
happens, I simply double the effort... and buy a huge tooth-paste tube.
Sat in the front-desk I could see my two-wheeled
friend, waiting for me on the pavement. I was lucky to have her there when I
came out from the crystal jungle. I am sure Mr. Karl Drais thought of the
velocipede while he was feeling alone at the forest inspection.
At lunch time, Miss two wheels accompanied
me on a quick tour through the city center. On the way back, I thought of
preparing a cash count. After, I started going through the information forms
filled in by customers in the last days. I wanted to know what the average time
to answer them had been.
In the afternoon, my friend was waiting
for me. I sat in the saddle, while Mrs. Two-wheels creaked like an old truck,
distracting me for a moment of my labor concerns. We went home together, over
the bike lane, and I tried to repair the brake shoes. By the time I finished,
my concerns had vanished.
Thank you Mrs. Two-wheels. And thank you
very much indeed, Mr. Drais. You must have been a really great guy.
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