Goodbye Shopping City
Goodbye ducks
Goodbye Hospital
Goodbye Base 2a
So the torture is over. For now at least. I am officially on a year's secondment, taking up a post that means that I will no longer have to go to Base 2a. For the past couple and a bit years, I have shared the mental torture inflicted on me as a result of being at Base 2a. No longer will I have to listen to people complaining that it's too hot as soon as the temperature reaches 20°C.
No more shouting from Cynthia:
" insists on saying “So you haven’t got access to his electronic?”, meaning “Has such and such given you rights to his Outlook diary?”. I guess there’s nothing wrong with saying “his electronic”, it’s just that when you hear it 40 times each day at very loud volume, it becomes rather tiresome. Also, it’s indicative of how backward some people’s working practices are: I didn’t realise people used anything other than electronic diaries at work these days, especially when lots of people need to know where the head honcho is.
She’s now talking about her latest holiday:she has about 5 foreign holidays each year, it’s amazing. Then again, she washes her clothes by soaking them in the bath and claims lieu time for simply hanging around work till 6pm, so she has the time and resources to do this.
Did I tell you about the swan? There’s a little pond near here and, last spring, it was home to a pair of mating swans, as well as the usual ducks. Some charming individual killed one of the swans and it caused a fair bit of outrage, quite rightly too. However, Carmelita’s suggestion to prevent such an unfortunate event happening again was to “move all the birds to the canal, drain the pond, fill it with concrete and use it for car parking!” Yes, because the people who killed the swan wouldn’t be able to find their way to the canal, would they? Honestly. I won’t go into the episode of litter on the expressway because my arteries can’t take the surge in blood pressure at the moment. "
No more banal conversation about bargains at Aldi.
No more messy coffee-making habits.
Other posts where I complain about this place can be found: here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here There are loads more, but I can't go on.
Ahhh, the relief.
Smoke signals
Of course one thing that the people at Base 2a were obsessed with was making laminated signs and posters. As I said my goodbyes in the library, there was a pile of laminated "It is illegal to smoke in this building" signs. Not the ones that you bye, but some that had been printed off, cut to size with scissors and laminated by the work experience lad. They had jagged edges; somebody should have told him about the guillotine.
It is illegal to smoke in this building. Fair enough, but I pointed out that it had been the organisation's policy that smoking wasn't allowed in buildings for some time. Many workplaces, shops, cafes, restaurants, etc, have this policy and they didn't need legislation to enforce it - people see a no smoking sign, or lack of an ashtray and they don't light up.
In fact, there are loads of things that we're not allowed to by law, but we don't have signs up all over the place. Could you imagine having signs up telling us all the things that are illegal?
It is illegal to murder people on these premises
It is illegal to operate a hand-held mobile phone in this vehicle
It is illegal to drive this vehicle above the speed limit
Fucking numpties.
Smoke-free England
England goes smoke free from 1st July. I've just been to the smoke free England website to find the no smoking sign. The information booklets are available in the following languages (this is England, remember):
- Gurjurati
- Urdu
- Traditional Chinese
- Polish
- Punjabi
- Arabic
- Turkish
- Bengali
I see they don't bother with an Italian translation, perhaps I should complain that they're being discriminatory.
The rest of the United Kingdom introduced smoking legislation earlier than England, they probably had all these leaflets in all these different languages too, but now England have had to pay for their own. Not so much United Kingdom as United Nations.
17 comments:
Wow, that's a lot of translations by the way. May I ask if they offered the booklet in English?
Edmonton's been smoke free for a while now and while there was a lot of bitching and complaining, things have calmed down and it seems to be going well. My complaint is (and note I'm a former smoker) that now when I walk down a street with restaurants/pubs on it, I have to break out the Hasmat gear as I wind my way through the almost continuous cloud of toxic smoke that covers the sidewalks. Or god forbid I try to enter an office building. I have to wind my way through ciggie butts and mini crowds of suits puffing away, oblivious to the rest of us.
In scotland it is a legal requirement that no smoking sighns are displayed in churches.
This enlightened legislation will ensure that god botherers will no longer chain smoke Gauloise during
the interminable prayers.
We are governed by genius's.
I don't vote.
We are governed by total arsewipe, hypocritical CUNTS!
No doubt you will be back to visit your colleagues at Base 2a within a few weeks to see if they miss you.
Don't worry they won't have.
Go back anyway and tell us what happened.
Delaware is smoke-free, but the neighboring states of Maryland, Pennsylvania, and New Jersey aren't. I hate going out to eat in these states, as the cigarette smoke accompanying my dinner nauseates me.
Poor Base 2A. Whatever will they do without you?
Most places that should have been smoke free were smoke free anyway, the ban wasn't needed here. The best way to encourage people to stop smoking is to have economic influences. Let the landlords decide and let the punters decide whether they want to drink in a place where smoking is allowed. As it is, everybody is going to have to negotiate a crowd of smokers every time they want to enter a pub. Pathetic.
I'm fed up of being nannied by a control freak government.
The one that confuses me is the train stations.
Most of them are open are for fuck's sake
Go on - have a fag!
And you've been tagged
http://terrecuite.blogspot.com/2007/07/tagged.html
Sorry.
I just wonder where the tax revenue is going to come from in fag-free Britain.
Not available in Welsh then!
It's always lovely to leave a job, in my experience; well done.
I won't let you pine for it - I will come and leave comments on your 'electronic', complaining that it is too hot (it is too hot) whenever the temperature rises above 20c.
Nothing related to your post Sniff... but it's been 1 year since you visited the great white north. Happy Anniversary.
Are you dead?
I can't feel a pulse! Did she have one before?
No dead, just away from an internet connection.
Back later.
Oh, I was going to comment "Goodbye this, goodbye that, goodbye blogging?" but the question's been raised and answered. I know I've got no room to talk recently, but you are significantly more entertaining and thus have a comensurately greater responsibility to post more frequently. Them's da rules!
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