A farrago of thoughts
Today was one of those curious days I have from time to time – alot of muddled thoughts with a lack of clarity. I like to day-dream, it’s a hobby that I’m yet to out grow and one that I’m extremely fond to still posses. Basically I wandered aimlessly for the majority of the time, entertained only by the ability my mind has to conjure the most extrinsic of things. I like to think my powers of cogitation are pretty good, especially if the subject in question is dear to my heart – something which the daily grind of my working life does not tend to enter.
I started first by contemplating whether or not I should ease off with my piss-taking. I love to have a joke with people, it’s kind of my repressed way of showing affection, but on occasion I do feel I’m more than capable of over-stepping the mark. My barometer for those which can take a bit of a giggle is usually second to none, even if at times my sights have known to be inaccurate. There was no particular instance today to back up this fact, but I felt when you’ve referred to an older member of staff as a “hag-bag” for the umpteenth time – you’re most probably deserving of a punch in the face.
After that was done and dusted, I chuckled to myself at the thought of having Dirty Harry as our general manager. This was not intended to disrespect the current incumbent, but if Clint Eastwood’s signature character was in charge; nobody would dare question any decisions made. It would be just about the most perfect appointment made in the modern catering era. Imagine questioning a choice of menu, or the location of a Buffet only to find that seconds later the barrel of a Magnum .44 is sticking into your nostril. It’s certainly something that would make a select few of the current staff members think twice before proceeding with their oh-so banal rants about what should and should not be done, and more to the point – who should/shouldn’t be doing them. Dirty Harry wouldn’t think twice about administering a twatting to anyone who dared question working practices for their own stubborn desire to do as little as possible – he’d take no shit and rule with an Iron fist, quickly sorting out those that dare cross his path with uncompromising methods. Dirty Harry for G.M!!!
Neil was quick to regret changing the Buffet to an outside area.
After completing my hefty task list, my final thoughts of the day returned back to relationships, and most pertinently; the next one I’ll be involved in. These are currently barren times for yours truly folks, and whilst I tend to debate whether I still have the same allure I once had to the fairer sex, I left matters thinking that I’m not the worst guy in the world; there’s bound to be someone out there stupid enough to want to go out with me. I just haven’t been made aware of this fact yet. The law of averages certainly backs me up on this claim.
On that chipper note I’ll sign off for the night.
