Monday saw me hobble down to the museum for one of our quarterly meetings. I would much rather have stayed in bed. I am so weary for some reason, overwork is not responsible, and coffee does not work.
It was not going to be a happy day, the door was locked, no-one was answering. This meant enter by the back door at the far end of the building, this too was locked. Thus I went moodily the long way round through the cafe and entered the premises. Here I dumped my ragged coat, claiming a decent seat at the front so I could hear what was being said this time around, and walked back the whole length of the building to get myself a Poppy from our collection box, we always have one and I want to use ours to help the profits.
Returning the long way back, worn out and unloved but without complaining I graciously took my seat beside a new woman of whom I now little. Gossip continued, I had not been noticed, and then we began what I suspected would be a long meeting. If the big boss is there he takes an hour to answer a question, speaking in those well trained 'council' type statements which mean a great deal but actually say nothing. There were also suspects who I could see liked to talk and discuss things that need no words but get them anyway.
Someone must have been reading one of those management books that have ruined many an office with fancy practices and we were split into small groups, even though there were only 10 of us lackeys present, and told to offer suggestions on ways to improve things. I offered cut out this sort of thing when I am brain dead, but this was rejected on a technicality as apparently that was not unusual. So suggestions were written down and offered to the leadership who swallowed hard and made a note of each one while we watched even the good ideas disappear into the litter bin.
Suggestions made we then were informed of the museums comments made re the new building soon to be erected opposite the museum. (This is one of the top council man's desperate idea to waste money and build an unsuitable building in that spot for reasons unknown. This has been going on for over 20 years.) This led to comments from one gentleman among us who has a bee in his bonnet re this building, not me, and we then had a stand of between council educated boss and slow speaking and always questioning without listening opponent. I watched the clock and considered what to eat later.
Some time later we were informed of the next daft exhibition which I consider a waste but she who must be obeyed considers will bring in the crowds. Indeed crowds of art types with their middle class art love and little comprehension of real life. Not that I am one to complain as we could do a small exhibition for the armistice but she 'had not the time.' A mistake I feel. Two talks and a blog by me is not enough I consider.
The future plans were mentioned and I was ridiculed as the kids exhibition next year is appropriate for me but unfortunately as the acoustics are bad I have no idea what the exhibition is about or what they were laughing and pointing at me about. I may not sleep tonight.
As the meeting slowly ground to a close, all hoping he in the corner would not interject again, I noticed the time. It was also noticed that the clock had not been turned back as it ought and we were not an hour overdue as I thought but on time, just in time to get out before it gets dark!
The boss revealed his management efficiency by taking the large clock down and checking the time carefully turned the hands to 25 minutes past the hour. Sadly he had turned the hands the wrong way and put it forward an hour showing us why his two girls grumble about him at home!
I then limped off through the town enjoying the bright sun and freezing wind, almost wandering into Tesco out of habit, and gratefully made it home to my warmish nest. Tomorrow I am off out again to the museum for the weekly duty, then going back later for a get together to celebrate 25 to the day that the museum opened. Red wine, cake and most of us scrubbed up a wee bit and maybe a few old faces returning, not that we lack 'old faces' already of course.
Nothing planned after that.