“So, what did you learn at work today?” asked Sister as we drove to Tesco’s tonight.
Recently, I decided to stop being constantly bored with my answer-the-phone-and-sit-alone-at-the-desk-while-everyone-else does-important-things job. Instead, I would look for opportunities to learn new skills, thus improving my CV. (Resourceful, eh? That’s going on there, too.) However, there are days when I am so bored that it becomes almost impossible to look for anything interesting to do. Sister is apparently trying to keep me motivated from the sidelines.
Unfortunately, today was spent inputting figures into a database, making the coffee, warding off telesales people and sending faxes. It was extremely difficult, therefore, to answer Sister’s encouraging question.
“Well…” I said doubtfully, “I learnt that when you get hit on the head by a curtain pole, you can still have a headache almost a week later.” Sister did not look impressed. “Umm…” I continued hastily, recalling one actual learning moment, “also, I learnt the importance of checking in an envelope before throwing it away.”
This one really is beneficial, I feel. It was a little unfortunate that the envelope I threw away contained a cheque settlement of a customer account. It was even more unfortunate that He Who Brings The Coffee was the one who discovered my error. It was desperately unfortunate that I had emptied the wastepaper bin shortly after discarding the envelope.
HWBTC looked at me in despair, and, wordlessly, I fled to the storage room where we keep two (metre-tall) boxes of waste paper, packaging and card. HWBTC followed me, remarkably calmly, and we spent a companionable ten minutes up to our elbows in rubbish, hoking through the bins like scavengers. He eventually produced the cheque and waved it in front of my eyes with a flourish.
I went meekly to the kitchen and made him a cup of coffee.
I am Bridget Jones.