Thursday #87 – I’m not even going to pretend that I remember
much about this Thursday but I’ll do my best.
I do know that when I got to work I was a little surprised that The Kiwi
Early Leaver wasn’t in yet as she very rarely arrives after me. Despite working there for over 10 years, she
also doesn’t have a key so I'm used to seeing her sitting outside waiting for
someone to open the doors.
As 8.30 got closer and closer I got a little suspicious and
decided to check The Saturday Room Stealer’s emails. I realise that sounds slightly dodgy but it
was only his work emails and it’s my computer for the majority of the week so
he should set up his Outlook elsewhere.
Besides, I was only checking for emails about staff away which get sent
to all work addresses and I just don’t have one. Sure enough it confirmed that The Kiwi Early
Leaver would not be in this Thursday and instead The Saturday Room Stealer
would be joining me for the day.
This meant 3 things for my Thursday: 1) my day would
probably involve some awkwardly boring conversations, 2) I would need to
relocate to my Saturday room and 3) I would need to mark that email as unread
and hide any sign that I had been in that inbox.
As I settled in to the other room The Girl With The Tiger Tattoo came in
to hand-deliver an email to me. As was
previously mentioned I don’t have my own work email (most of us don’t, just the
important people like The Big Boss and The Manager and the people who think
they’re important like The Saturday Room Stealer) so I had given out the
generic reception email when a patient had asked to send me the details of his
ophthalmologist. The opening line was a
nice start to the working day, it read:
“Dear
H, thank you for your time today and conducting such a pleasant eye
examination.”
The rest of the work day was not very memorable, I managed
to spend a bit of time penning an email to The Sheffield Stunner (which when
finally finished was almost 6000 words long…oops) and agreed to join DTM at the
gym that night. I was less than enthused
but decided I should be a supportive girlfriend so got home and changed into my
barely worn gym/workout/athletic/no-real-place-in-my-wardrobe clothes, ready to
head to a cycle class with DTM. He changed his mind (because apparently he could tell I didn’t really want
to go) and instead I wore my nike best to the bottle shop to get some supplies
for a night in our home theatre.
I can’t
remember what we watched (as it’s a fairly common occurrence with DTM’s
stupidly large 3D plasma TV) but am fairly sure it was Little Miss Sunshine – either that or Layer Cake. The former I had
seen before but was happy to rewatch; I particularly enjoy the optometric twist
as it makes me feel like my work can change lives (even if it does devastate
the kid in the movie) though DTM disputed my labelling it an optometric
twist. The latter was a new one for both
of us and was watched with the remote in one hand and the Wikipedia plot summary in
the other as neither of us had any idea what was going on.
A fairly average Thursday but nice to be thanked for what I do
and to not have to attend a spin class at the gym.
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