Monday, March 5, 2012


When a friend offered I jumped at the chance to do some temp office work. I got up at the crack of dawn (or, you know, nearly 7am) to take a tram and a train to the suburb of Burnley to work for an engineering consulting company.

A couple of things:

1) Burnley smells strongly of dill pickles. I don't know if this is because there is a malt house beside the office or a bunch of nanas all got together to do some canning.

2) I've never seen an office with so much paper! I feel like if I lit a match - or even just walked really fast wearing tights the friction along would make the whole place go up like a tinderbox! Think Hoarders but in an office environment!

I'm not saying that it looked like this. I'm not not saying that either

3) These guys are old school. I type out hand written letters and email replies. One dude doesn't even have a computer! (But an iphone? Well, of course!) Luckily they are not so old school that they Mad Men-ly pinch me on the bottom! Thank goodness they were the nicest, maybe smartest bunch of guys ever!

4) I've done everything that was set out for me and everything else I can do with the written instructions left for me. I've even completed the extras 'if you have time' work. Now I'm sitting here writing this blog post (by hand, of course)


Bella said...

Lady, you are forever a powerhouse of energy and activity! I so admire you. How did it feel to write a blog post by hand? Now that I'm sharing my laptop with the Son, I find myself doing that a lot too. It feels darn good to write with a pen! :)

Cara said...

How delightfully old school! Please tell me that you pretend you're Joan or Peggy or something equally 1960s secretary-ish!