Tuesday, 23 June 2015

An Easy Life, Unless it Aint...



Bright and early this morning I awoke to the mellifluous sound of the Shipping Forecast.  Naturally I went back to sleep!  Later I entered the museum to a warm welcome, clearly somebody wanted something!  The day started at speed, a woman booking places for her child while the phone rang.  My colleague dealt with the attractive young mum while I very efficiently made a complete hash of the telephone system.  It went downhill from there on.  Had my young friend not turned up today I am not sure what mess would have been left.  Everything I touched went wrong.  Nothing new there you say.
At lunchtime when I head for home I realised the school party who had come dressed appropriately for 'Stone Age Man' lessons had not as yet come through the shop.  In fact they were fantastically well dressed, including one or two home made spears, a beard and an imitation Tarzan or two.  Brilliantly done up as always.  There were 45 of them supposedly so I willingly, because she said I was willing, offered to help.  This offer was easy to make as she had the large pair of scissors in her hand.
Before the two thousand kids arrived the other boss discussed the work I had done on the laptop.  "This," she said, "Was fine," and added "Except that has to come out, this go in, we need etc..."  And now I have lots of paperwork to read before amending the first draft and continuing on.  
Fine indeed, except by the time ten thousand kids, most of whom think eight items totaling £17:34p can be bought with the £5 they brought with them, have been dealt with I, like my female companion, the other having ran for the door when the kids appeared, sat drinking our tea and wondering how teachers cope.    
The teachers and assistants today I must say were good, as indeed were the kids, but it is a confusing experience and takes two and lots of concentration to get through it.  
Later a sweet smile mentioned that the man who does Wednesdays will not be there.  It added the regular girl is on holiday, "cough" said the sweet smile.  Just until 12 it purred.
Another smile turned into a smug grin when it added by the way the afternoon girl may not be in as family illness etc....  So tomorrow instead of being stuck behind this machine I am stuck behind a desk there.  I better take this with me and fail to get anything done. 
WHAT? 
I now find there is another school in tomorrow - NINETY FIVE KIDS!!!

I may not post tomorrow....



7 comments:

the fly in the web said...

You versus 95 kids....my money is on you. You have craft and experience on your side...and probably possession of a few spears...

carolincairns said...

Oh my goodness!!!

Lee said...

Are you sure they were kids and not rabbits...as your story progressed their number increased rapidly!

In the words of Scarlett O'Hara - " Oh, well! Tomorrow is another day!" And with it will come another 95 children, the number of which will grow, no doubt.

Grab your battle fatigues and hard hat, Mr. Ad-Man. :)

Adullamite said...

Carol, Help....

Lee, Thousands, thousands of them....

Adullamite said...

Fly, They pinched the spears.....

Jenny Woolf said...

Sounds as if you are becoming totally indispensable to that museum!

Adullamite said...

Jenny, 'indispensable' is not the word they use....