As soon as I had a new mic the old one turned up. Once again, my memory is not as good as it used to be and recent events have proven the operation of my memory to be fitful, truculent and subject to stammering great lashings of wishful interpolation.
I have a funny anecdote from work. It’s clean, nobody gets hurt, I omit the names. I am sitting by myself at lunch and the senior HR staffer on site comes and sits down next to me. She is a warm, funny, intelligent & hardworking woman who is obviously very tolerant. So I’m thinking this will be an interesting convo (she’s an interesting person), and then my grandboss sits down. Hardworking, degrees in two different fields, hilarious, listens attentively, he is cheerfully resistant to bullshit and cant in all forms and not interested in dispensing any… well, that’s my experience of him. Other people’s mileage undoubtedly varies.
Next to sit down is the facilities manager, who has a number of buildings to manage, and his son, who has come on board on contract in a completely different department, where I can say from personal experience that he’s doing fairly well in a stressful assignment. In sum I like and respect them all.
The convo drifts over to a building issue; the facilities manager reports that a certain contractor for a certain city is not responding to requests for signoff on a job. I pipe up with “Well tell him to answer your bloody phone calls or he’ll face the wrath of Allegra.” I then offer, since I often wake up at. like, 3 in the morning, to drive over to the contractor’s house with my mandolin to serenade him. We all, with varying degrees of hilarity, agree that this will surely put the fear of swift and awful retribution into him, and head back to our desks. (The salmon was the best thing I ever ate in the cafeteria, which greatly enhanced what was a convivial meal).
About fifteen minutes later the facilities manager reports (he couldn’t keep a straight face) that even the MENTION of my NAME has triggered a panic in the contractor, who has now agreed to do what he’s s’posedta. Ohhhh, the wrath of Allegra. C’est magique, c’est fromidable! And of course it’s completely coincidental in all possible ways, but of such coincidences are legends born. (Fromidable by the way IS the correct spelling. It’s a marketing word taken from a Cheez Whiz jar. I think it translates as “powerfully cheesy”.)
And now, a brief peruse of the intarwebs for cute animal pics, or possibly ugly animal pics, and a shower, and back to the challenge and joy of paid employment.
Nope, gotta do the order of service first.
