Showing posts with label babies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label babies. Show all posts

Thursday, 10 April 2014

Advice Part 92- The perfect (office) companion?

There has been a bit of a lack of advice of late, hasn't there? But, as the cliche goes, "absence makes the heart grow fonder", so hopefully this extended hiatus has left you perched on the edge of your seat, quivering with enthusiasm now that there is a new post!!!

Or perhaps not.

Anyway, let us begin.....



In three weeks, I am going to be unemployed. My contract is coming to an end, and, "times being what they are....indifferent" (to quote Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead), I don't have another job. This parlous situation means that I may have to consider either becoming a bus driver (don't laugh- I am actually seriously thinking about it) or temping.


Oh dear.

However, if there is one thing I've learnt over these past two years, it's that you should NEVER underestimate the importance of your office companion. And my advice to young players is that some will DEFINITELY be better than others....


Read on....

When I started my job, I was very excited to get my OWN OFFICE for the first time ever! But, due to a) a considerable absence of space, and b) my level of unimportance, it was soon decided that it would be good for me to share.

OK. I don't necessarily have a problem with that....

Most of the four different people who've shared the office have been on short term projects, so they've never stayed very long. But I can honestly say that I have MUCH preferred some to others, and so I've got a little list (to steal from The Mikado- note MULTIPLE literary references to give the pretence that I'm cultured!) of what makes a good office sharing companion (and yes, it's highly subjective).

  • They talk to you about themselves. Maybe it's just me, but I WANT to know what someone does after work, what their partner is like, what they enjoy eating. There is nothing more dismal than trying to make a bit of small talk when you arrive in the morning, and the person exhibits as much life as a hibernating hedgehog (in fact, in one instance, I think the hedgehog would have been more lively....)

  • That being said, there is a fine line between talking a bit and talking too much. No, I don't want to hear a blow-by-blow, scene-by-scene, line-by-line account of the new action film you saw on the weekend which holds precisely zero interest for me.
  • They don't have loud, inane phone conversations to their partner/dog/baby all day. And yes, I have heard the back end of all three of these categories. The middle was the most sensible.
  • They don't eat their stinky lunch at their desk. Friendly advice- not everyone loves sardines or their fetid odour. Fancy that!

  • They have similar views about whether the light should be on/the fan on/the window open/the blinds shut. Divergent opinions can be a source of WAR.
  • There is at least part of the day where you have the office to yourself. Even if it's for 10 minutes. (Random question- am I the only person who actually takes lunch outside the office nowadays?!)

I wonder what my office companions have thought of me sometimes. And I'm sure their evaluations would not be pretty, either....

Monday, 23 July 2012

Advice Part 62- Babies

Having reached the ripe old age of 31, I have started to notice a disturbing trend. Many of my peers are forming relationships (!!!!), getting married (!!!!) and having children (!!!!). This means that I am now having to interact with babies on a (semi-) regular basis.


This would all be well and good. Except that babies HATE ME.



My advice to young players is that if, like me, you have a rather negative effect on younger citizens, then this provides you with a great opportunity to revel in your single and childless status.

How did I reach this conclusion? Read on.....

make it stop, lolcats


In the last two weeks, I have had two eerily similar experiences at my local cafe (yes, the one with the "witty banter"), where I have run into acquaintances from yoga who have recently had children. The same near identical conversations ensued....

  • Me (approaching yoga buddy and child): Oh! Hi there! Haven't seen you at yoga for a while! How are things going?
  • Yoga buddy: Yeah, good. I've been pretty busy with this one (indicating offspring) so I haven't had time to go.
  • Me (sympathetic face): Of course. (Awkward pause, whilst realising that I must acknowledge the elephant in the room). So. This is the baby, eh? What's his or her name?
  • Yoga buddy: It's a her. Her name's Lola.
  • Me (trying to delay the inevitable): Wow, great name. She's very cute.
  • Yoga buddy: Here, you should have a hold! Lola, meet my friend.....
  • Me (starting to panic): No, no! She looks very comfy there. Don't disturb her.
  • Yoga buddy (thrusting baby at me): Oh, you must!
  • Me (beginning to get very shrill): Look, babies hate me. I'm not good with them. You hold her.
  • Yoga buddy (grinning away): You just need a bit of practice. And Lola loves EVERYONE. Here she is!

With this, the seemingly happy baby was thrust at me. I tried to do some "amusing baby things." I smiled at it. I pulled funny faces. I tried to "coochy coo". I pointed at its mum and grinned.

But all to no avail.

It began screaming and shrieking and waving its tiny fists in the air, whilst I hastily handed it back to its parent.

  • Yoga buddy (looking a bit shocked): Wow. She's never done that before. She really didn't like you, did she?
  • Me (triumphantly): No. But I told you that!

The thing is, I have NO IDEA why babies hate me so much. Are they like horses, and can smell my fear? Is it something to do with my hair and glasses? Do I emit a "childless and loving it" odour which puts them off?


God knows.

All I can say is that sometimes being eternally single does have its rewards....