Late night at work – and still no mini cocktail bar

Yesterday for me was a really annoying day at work.

A La Oficina Anoche

Man, I need to go home

I won’t bore everyone with the details so I’ll just throw out one phrase that I don’t want to see again when I’m the only one left working in the office late at night – “You can only specify the READPAST lock in the READ COMMITTED or REPEATABLE READ isolation levels”

In case any SQL experts are passing…no, I don’t need any help with this now.

Where the heck were you last night when I did need you?

It was several months ago that I told the Operations Director and the Customer Services Manager that I would work better if there was a mini cocktail bar behind my desk.

There’s enough space between my chair and the window for one.  I suppose that the reason that my request has never been fulfilled is that they’re worried that I’d never go home; but I definitely would.

A mini bar like this one will help me at work

A mini bar like this one will help me at work

If I stayed in the office I might end up doing a lot more work than I’m paid to do.

The cleaners were vacuuming around me at 8 o’clock and I was nowhere near finished.  ‘Oh well, I’m locking the building and setting the alarm again,’ I thought (like most evenings).

One of the cleaners said to me that I must really love my job.  “I wouldn’t be working at this time.”

“You’re here!” I pointed out to him.

I was prepared for yesterday being a late one, but Señora SQL Replication (actually, she probably isn’t Spanish) added an hour or two onto my anticipated workday.  I’d cooked my tea the night before of lamb chops, boiled new potatoes and peas and came home to add a couple of slices of bread and two fried eggs.  And when I did get to finally eat it, I had started to feel quite hungry and the plate failed to satisfy.  I ended up eating too many biscuits with my evening RedBush tea.

Oh well, I managed to leave early today after speaking to the Senior Project Manager.  I wonder who’s locking up the office tonight?  Actually, I’m not really that bothered.

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    1. The first job that I had involved seeing customers (members of the public) face to face over the counter. It was a Civil Service job so the customers were never happy.

      I was always being given the Friday relief slot. Every Friday my lunch break was in the hour before my relief slot and I had to stick to either cola or orange juice while my colleagues necked the harder stuff.

      One Friday, I thought, ‘to hell with it.’ An hour later, I was enjoying my hour relief while fuelled by a few whiskys. It was the best Friday afternoon relief that I had ever done. I wasn’t asked to do the Friday relief again, however.

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  1. […] Actually, I did venture into the workplace today as I had to pick something up that had been delivered there this morning.  A few people spoke about work things to me while I was in the office.  I pretended to listen intently but my brain is usually able to ignore work things when I’m not on duty.  It’s an awesome talent and helps to keep me on the right side of high anxiety.  One of my colleagues even moaned that he worked late last night and suffered the same fate that I did last week. […]

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    1. Yes, if it wasn’t for my duties I would drink more than I do.

      At least it means that I drink to enjoy drink rather than abuse it…if that makes sense.

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