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There may be people who work for charities in lovely plush offices with everything you could ever want in a workspace. If there are I hate them. I have never worked anywhere that wasn't falling to pieces.
Today we reached a new low.
We were doing the morning advice session, and that means lots of people stream into our doors when we are open and fill our waiting room, and we spend the rest of the morning seperating them from the herd and luring them into small interview rooms one at a time beforemoving in for the kill solving their problems.
(Yes, it's been a bad morning if the first description that comes to mind is that sinister)
My newest coworker was in the first room, or "room one" as we imaginitively call it.
He was with a customer, talked to the man for a while and then came out to go into the back office and look something up or check with a manager. When he went back he couldn't open the door.
When I walked through the office next I asked why there were wrenches and spanners everywhere I found out about the problem.
When the manager had run through every tool he could find, and everything he could think of, we had to call a locksmith.
The really odd thing is that the doors don't have locks. Just handles. Something jammed and the locksmith had to take off the door handle and put an identical one on.
(The quite odd thing is we had so many weird spanners and wrenches around the office).
The poor guy was stuck in there for about an hour. When we finally got the door open he just quitely kept sitting there, but we did have to give him a glass of water. Everyone else in the waiting room found it pretty interesting. (I don't think the locksmith was used to being watched by so many people).
At least it wasn't one of our more interesting customers.
Oh - and last week our entire phone system went down for 2 days.
Unrelated, but weird - the 3 mornings we have an open door session people queue up outside before we open. They always queue against the building. Today they all queued on the road side of the pavement. I'm worried it means something.
Red sky at night shepards delight. Clients lined by the road bad luck does bode.
Victoria J
PS I'm sick and slightly feverish and should be home in bed. I may make less sense than normal. I'm definitely more self pitying.
There may be people who work for charities in lovely plush offices with everything you could ever want in a workspace. If there are I hate them. I have never worked anywhere that wasn't falling to pieces.
Today we reached a new low.
We were doing the morning advice session, and that means lots of people stream into our doors when we are open and fill our waiting room, and we spend the rest of the morning seperating them from the herd and luring them into small interview rooms one at a time before
(Yes, it's been a bad morning if the first description that comes to mind is that sinister)
My newest coworker was in the first room, or "room one" as we imaginitively call it.
He was with a customer, talked to the man for a while and then came out to go into the back office and look something up or check with a manager. When he went back he couldn't open the door.
When I walked through the office next I asked why there were wrenches and spanners everywhere I found out about the problem.
When the manager had run through every tool he could find, and everything he could think of, we had to call a locksmith.
The really odd thing is that the doors don't have locks. Just handles. Something jammed and the locksmith had to take off the door handle and put an identical one on.
(The quite odd thing is we had so many weird spanners and wrenches around the office). The poor guy was stuck in there for about an hour. When we finally got the door open he just quitely kept sitting there, but we did have to give him a glass of water. Everyone else in the waiting room found it pretty interesting. (I don't think the locksmith was used to being watched by so many people).
At least it wasn't one of our more interesting customers.
Oh - and last week our entire phone system went down for 2 days.
Unrelated, but weird - the 3 mornings we have an open door session people queue up outside before we open. They always queue against the building. Today they all queued on the road side of the pavement. I'm worried it means something.
Red sky at night shepards delight. Clients lined by the road bad luck does bode.
Victoria J
PS I'm sick and slightly feverish and should be home in bed. I may make less sense than normal. I'm definitely more self pitying.
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