Workmates

Ever wonder what kind of workmate you are? Now, it depends on what kind of office you work in.

My last job was in a large office. There was the heavy breather; the nosy mare; the loud laugher; mr.innuendo; the lovely girl who is friends with everyone; the mammy; the loud chewer; the sporty woman; the networker; the one who makes a fool of themselves on nights out; the slacker and, the one who gets away with doing nothing.

I like to think of myself as fairly normal, fairly easy to get along with and a good worker. Although, I often wonder, as I label workmates, as above, what they would label me as. Perhaps, a know it all or the moody one in the mornings?

Where do you draw the line when it comes to workmates to real mates? I don't think you can ever truly be friends with people you work with. You have similar interests through your work and I think if you are too good as friends you can almost end up slacking or having too much craic in work. Having said that, I have kept in contact with three good friends from three previous jobs.

I really hope, if I have any annoying habits I don't unleash them in the workplace. The more life experienced I get, the more I realise that we should keep work and social separate and that it is fine to feel that way.

The "All Clear"

Doctors, while tremendously useful and helpful in some situations, can often be the source of extreme frustration. I've had problems with my nose for years, so, today I had a scope where the doctor stuck a camera up my nose and wiggled it around for a bit. This procedure, backed up by a previous procedure, €325 plus health insurance costs later and he tells me: "Good news, there is nothing physically wrong, you just have a sensitive nose".

Really.

So, the frustration sets in that I can still expect to sneeze and wheeze in the mornings; be blocked or runny at random intervals; have to take a cocktail of sprays and drugs and, continue to have pain in my face and random eye leaks. However, the relief is that there is nothing wrong, no operations.

It has happened me so many times that the doctor tells me there is nothing physically wrong, gives ailment a name and then recommends that I persevere with the original course of action. Very frustrating. Where is the miracle cure? JML should go into medicine, they can come up with miracle cleaning solutions for your home, why not remedies for the body?

Sometimes you wonder...

How do people end up the way they are. Older people were not always set in their ways, they created these ways at some stage and decided they liked them so much that they decided to stick with them. You must do something for the first time before it becomes a lifetime habit.
My Dad mutes the telly when I start talking to him. He mutes the adverts as soon as they come onm whether there is someone talking to him or not. He mutes the television if he has something to say.
It's an eerie silence when the tv is muted and the pictures flash away on the box and the conversation ends in the room and we sit in silence literally watching the television as cleverly crafted images flash away lonely and generally meaningless without their sound.
He said it's because he can't differentiate between the noises, which is fair enough but really, is there a need to mute the telly. Just lower the volume. 
We have to say volume in the house now, rather than "it" as most people would refer to the sound, this came from the numerous times my Dad would physically pick up the television on the demand of "higher it". I'm sure it was funny at one stage, or was it. 
He has to lift the remote right up to his face to see it and search for the button to both mute and undo this action. Everytime. Surely with its frequency of use he should know where it is by now.
Sometimes I mute the telly when someone is talking to me, and you have just read my future.