Today was a day of great hoo ha at work.
The Boss had prised open the fittings budget and gone shopping. He confessed to exploring his little known impulsive side and had bought fifteen seats for the staffroom, two large cupboards and an entire conference suite of furniture. Because they were on special offer they were to be delivered the next day.
Sounds like the back of a lorry job but never mind.
Anyway, the staff had long complained about the dingy chairs in the staffroom, the dingy workspace laughingly known as the meeting room and the lack of storage. The Boss in his innocence thought there would be raptures over his generosity and attention to their needs. Not so fast, mate.
Some thought the chairs were too hard, some thought they were too low, and some thought they were just right. Bit of a 3 bears thing going on. There was great debate over the position of the chairs, the arrangement of the groupings and whether scatter cushions were a step too far.
Meanwhile in the meeting room the furniture had been arranged so that we had the mother and father of all conference tables with Star Trek style swivel chairs as garnish. Given the width of the table, those seated would need to yodel to one another across the great divide to be heard.
The Boss was beside himself with pride. He disappeared briefly only to return with camera in hand. There followed a photography session of David Bailey proportions. I suspect that if the staff take issue with this room then he will not care - this shall be his playroom. His domain.
He seems to have decided that if he can't please everyone - he'll just please himself!
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Good to see you teachers have nothing else to occupy your time! Nothing like a good whinge!!!!
A decent whinge is very healthy. So I'm told. I, of course, never whinge.
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