All in a day’s work…

Yesterday – Tuesday – was a strange day at work. I know that it is my absolute mission to separate work and life, but I really must comment on the shenanigans which upturned an otherwise very orderly working day.

There we were, heads down, working steadily away, first cup of coffee having gone cold on the desk (that’s how busy life is at the coalface!!!) And suddenly, we were called upon to take delivery of a surprize twelve (yes twelve) additional filing cabinets!!!!!

Now – our office is not a hangar in a local aerodrome. nor are we in an abandoned factory. We do, in fact, occupy a very ordinary sized office which was (we thought!!!) already bursting  at the gills with the eight staff and the seven filing cabinets it has, to date, housed.

You may also note that there was no mention of these being new filing cabinets. Because naturally this would be far from the truth. They do have the advantage of being lockable but do certainly not add panache to our surroundings (already devoid of the elegance/urbanity of any private sector – or indeed, any self respecting public sector -service group.)

Nevertheless, such was the gratitude for this bounty bestowed from – who knows where – that an appreciative band of professionals set to transferring all the confidential information/files into these lockable cabinets. Who cared that most were dressed in white/light trousers (in honour of the season rather than the weather). Who cared that the dust/dirt etc cast up would floor me and probably trigger an asthma attack. Who cared that there were now at least six excess cabinets in an already overcrowded space.

Over lunch, folk started to consider possible uses for this additional cupboard space. We could hide our cups from marauders from teams more cavalier about crockery/delftware ownership. We could keep clothing changes/hairdriers for returning from our lunchtime swims (which have never actually materialized). We could house our own library in one of the cabinets, where books could be borrowed and a nominal amount contributed to charity each time an individual book was borrowed. So. Nothing outrageous. Nothing particularly novel. But – all of these came from staff virtually invisible behind the grey contours of an unrequested, unwanted, unnecessary series of cabinets.

And no-one even mentioned the impact on the available space.

So. Who says that public sector workers don’t adapt easily and quickly to change? Who says that they react badly to imposed environmental challenge?

I invite you to visit a happy, integrated, multi-disciplinary team of professionals supporting a wide range of service users and contributing to the provision of essential resources.

You’ll have to climb over a bank of filing cabinets to actually see these heroes, but that’s ok – they’ll need the bunkers when the Lords and Masters arrive to glory in their largesse!


About xtrekki

OK - I've been doing this for almost a year now and have still not mastered the mysteries of blogging!! WHAT are widgets? What are tags? Where on the dashboard do I find them or an explanation of how I can get them to work for me? In other aspects of my life I am fairly sharp. I could certainly be advisor to Hercule Poirot in unraveling his most impenetrable of cases. So - why oh why can I not figure out how to manage this bloomin' blog???????
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3 Responses to All in a day’s work…

  1. kileen says:

    Where are these elegant urbane public sector workspaces that you speak of? Or are these something you will provide with the lottery winnings?

  2. xtrekki says:

    I immediately thought of buildings more often frequented by the public than our own. Say – libraries or public toilets or such like!

    • kileen says:

      I can see why libraries & public toilets have a lot in common. Still not getting the elegant urbane thing.

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